Day 3 Laced the Grates
light on arm reach reach up
feet in soil and leaves feel feet
the past coats me turn side
pleasure & regret lean back & over
time is porous touch the stopped clock
feel with feet for floor cracks
anchor on rocking stone
make it shake
feel along the seam
leave a gap
where there isn’t one
and dive for it
What is buried and what is found
What’s below in the memories and dream of the human psyche
is never abstraction. Not only can we not see our way into dissolution and metamorphosis, we can’t think our way either.
Maybe we stand too long in the doorway between two worlds.
Some cultures believe that when you die, your doppleganger appears, your opposite, your shadow. It stands there with you at the place where your soul departs from this world.
It was the custom to take a human who had been accused of cowardice, and make him lie face down in waterlogged earth.
– It has been said that the songs of women poets have so much power and beauty that the sound of them survives even beyond death. Because of this it has been said that women poets must always be buried face down, or else her songs arising from the grave will too much disturb the hearts of those still living. – Mollie Hunter