“Resolution” by Jason Morris
a bright freezing tendril of air & naked
woods, trees planted bare
in the snow. You awaken
ancient & untied, an amnesiac
remote from the glittering world.
Avoiding anyone from the majors
Slow to find purchase
Slow to find hold
on the wheel
the big berserk city, also remote
pleads for your attention
your breath a disappearing cone in the wind.
All of the winter animals are invisible
& I too have vanished, moved
out of your thoughts. Cold, clear
& solo. All that’s dear to you stays
emphatically unwritten
impossibly finished, impossibly visible & near
Resolving
as sickness into the usual
restlessness, as solidity thaws
like frost into dew.
For now to move thru
the reliefs & friezes, one at a time
& try & take care of
my lungs. Encantada aphasia,
adios to my unfinished hands
Copyright © Jason Morris, 2010
