“I’m unsure if all of me returned”
– Jim Harrison (Day Eleven – 28 Days of Unreason)
Like a broken clock
Even a poet can be right
Twice a day.
Once at the hour of felony,
When our eyes are hunted
And our sins sharp.
Once at the instant when vertigo
Pitches over the horizon
And we are too dizzy to pray.
Don’t look down or you will see
All the words lost along the way,
Strewn like shavings on the floor.
We jiggle truth
To shake some loose,
So take what you can carry.