time is mashed
by tanner brockwell
time is mashed
the slow molasses
poured into a shaker
cup up abrupt
and down
the frothy foam
of moments
thrown about in spray
and the blue tidings
sent
were sent just so
and sent they were away
that time is mashed
the cogs and gears
all ensnared
and still they tick away
hear the surf
by tanner brockwell
hear the surf
the echoing sound
of the salt sea
rolling a world away
until there is water
water everywhere
and there the wet sands
tanging scent on the air
like fresh days
new ways
and across the sand
the small prints
of tiny feet
left as semi-permanent marks
a cleft and clew
where light dances
around the edge
of the tripping path
that scrawls along the beach
steps that [...]
the string below is taunt
by tanner brockwell
the string below is taut
and the ribbons upon the tail
twist in the upper currents
of the tessellated fabric
a joyful shape
dipping and soaring
motion most pure
and down down below
there is a small hand
holding the twine
this ethereal line
that holds the sky so tight
to the grassy field
and there is a smile
that goes for miles
ancient bayou bloom breath breeze buoyant dance dawn dust echo emergent fiery flowers fluttering flux fortune ice light mirth morning motion mystery night past poem psyche secret shine silver sing smoke snow spokes spring starry stream streets swirl tea tones vapors wake wind wings wonders
