A Razor’s Edge

fear of tunnels
fear of light
fear of pleasure
fear at first sight

fear of numbers
fear of wonder
fear of shame
fear in each blunder

[RK, 1/22/2021]


Eggshell

A shingle of rounded rocks
pocketed, plucked, placed just so
on a window ledge.

Past the window apple trees
run wild, remnants of
prehistoric orchards.

This granular stone, stolen
from an unseen
continental shelf.

This mealy apple, picked
pared, baked into a
bedrock pie.

Shorebirds distain geology,
rows of trees, surfers,
tractors, and windows.

This eggshell, complete.

[RK, 1/22/2021]