[Goshen College English 210] {Spring 2011}

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Winnow

knitted love
provides no protection
as flustered ice drops
cover my path. 

wind withholds
only to dissolve
only then to winnow--
winnow my steps;
winnow my breath.

and i am scattered
among the drops
till soaking knees and soaking socks
also drop

and the wind won't run;
no, it stands against
to winnow my steps
and winnow my thoughts.

turn to see
how many steps till i return
but the wind covered  my path;
it's covered my past.

white as snow,
oh, no.
dark as night.

choose the clique,
for neither quite right.

but Winnowed I Am.
the deepest part.
Winnowed I Stand.
how does one start

again ?

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