Invitatory, David Appelbaum

Look Up Look Up. Memphis. 2014. Anon. (photo credit: Karen B. Golightly)




It was terrible, the clarity
of northern lights that scoured the trees
stripped bare in the work of snow.

How did I survive
in that purity, in dreams
that rebuilt the walls of my cell,
air whose breath denies you?

—The cold flare, a watch on fire
as you, the smallest thing, judge.

Then the fear gave way.
I walked on a crusted surface, falling
into my own form, rising, proceeding.
You gave no call to answer.

In that, I learned your vagaries.
Did I then see a life may fail,
made too wanting to be fertile?

David Appelbaum

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