Poem - “Evolutionary, Our Desire for Luster”
They say humans are attracted to glitter:
evolutionary, our desire for luster –
an act of self-preservation, this compulsion
for freshwater surfaces. To be human
is to come up for air. And so we surface
parting the lashless phrases of sun.
What the eye takes in, encloses as ours.
When a train the color of an origin story
echoes back to me in a dream, I don’t question
whether it is the sound of caught sun
embroidered across the small green hills.
In the beginning, heat storms ossified
the bones of wintering quail. Back then,
wifi passwords were only four letters long,
no special characters. We memorized
a word for when the light razored through
formless loam, we grew restless in the arc
of its narrative. The act of being was a kind of piety.
We did not yet know the dazzling
templates to which we would conform.