Part of a series. Not necessarily in any order.
Part 1 can be found here.
Part 2 can be found here.
What my friend Jeremy, of The Sand County, calls “boundary work.” Flirting with the edge of meaning, loss and memory.
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Do you feel the rain where you are?
Is there water there in the far
reaches of memory? Does time
fall through the air, like brittle rime
crusting the sea? Is this weather?
Tenuous shifts of the tethers
that tie us, each to our own place?
I stand in the rain, raise my face
to the falling sky as my sight
becomes a part of the pale light
that is left to us, and wonder
how we can all be so sundered
and still hold together all this
madness, beauty and darkness.
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