Friday, December 9, 2016

Rob Schackne #189 - Ropes (Without Necks)

Ropes (Without Necks)

One more reminder. Mountains
always give up their dead. Time
however, will stick differently.
The unexpected men & women
a glacier releases, slowly, like air
or sound. A tree gets the green world.
A family gets their two sons back, also
crampons and a rope that didn’t hold.
I get my heart back. I get art. I get you.
Now here’s my rope waiting for rescue.
Meditate while sitting in a crevasse.
I look into the dark. The shelf moves.


  1. Replies
    1. hehe I was sucked in by the title. Those first 9 lines or so are pretty wonderful.

    2. ...ha, it's the last few lines you've got to worry about, dear Efi :)


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