Wye 1

eyes the antlers

            of the feet remember

thru descending

                        shapes   heaven’s 

            shells burst

pelican feathers       bones furred

                        river moss     citrine tassels

the polysemous wonders fall &

                        clog swerve-silver creek     

beyond Wye      horizon’s hewn amber

                                    dapples black      branches plum  

            purple over       accidental amphitheaters

skin moves if you think

                                    as blossoming light

            emitted by Orion and Perseus thru

July’s saffron airs –

                        hills aluminum 

                                    over sunken roads

                                    Implicated in

            suspicions of hallowedness      proximity of evading

shrine—

            Naming that begets prior terror

How to divine you 

                        my feet wonder in flowers

           

            “Divine is a hesitant retrieval”

nothing named is ever retrieved—

                                    feel the pull

                                                of irretrievable kinship

Michael Berger is a writer, artist, and educator in San Diego, CA. Some of his other work can be found at Nomadic Press Journal, Pank, Word Riot, Dogwood, Bombay Gin, The Rumpus, and Whiskey Island. His hybrid essay collection, Ravish the Republic was published by Punctum Books. He is a public school teacher and one of the founders of the mystical art collective, The Iron Garters.