Headed west on 40 today,
westward and upward,
a green ridge of forest
on the horizon,
wheels careening down the lane,
mountain momentum in full force,
coasting at 70 round the serpentine sway of highway,
down to the river off the exit,
backwards through time
to a grist mill with a water wheel.
Above the falls, a leaning tree,
uprooted incompletely,
another growing
out of a crevice in the shoals.
I feel their spirits inside me,
bending instead of breaking,
finding everything needed,
life sustained
after the storm.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
Ekke Ekke Ekke Ekke Ptang Zoo Boing!
Intrusive rhyme bothers me, except as a weapon.
Intertextuality is my passion.
Formalist/ New Critical are my guiding theories.
My words are mine, not a robot’s.
MA English literature, CofC
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