Articles/Essays – Volume 30, No. 3

Templum: A Place Thought of as Holy

I. The coming 

Inside this precise granite 
the immensity of the walk comes home 

A line of shallow prairie depressions 
spawning bunch grass and tiny femurs 
amphora of sage 
            greasewood and alkali 
azimuth set on western horizons and refuge 

II. A question of boundaries 

Tucked under the gingham, molasses, and salt
came the questions 
            brooding questions 
couched in red stars and millennia 
erythrocytes and red-green algae 

Has this same metal in my veins 
once girded handcart wheels 
galvanized rubric on the walls of Egyptian tombs
            carried His breath 

Is this universe of living 
            at one in the Glacier Lily 
            and slime mold 
mine

III. Ingathering 

Here in this unknowing 
            move the believers 
hoping for a fix on the heavens 

A humming unison of revealed hope
skirting the parallel terrors of 
living and dying 
Courting assurances in veils 
            pleated linen 
and oil of olive 

Frightened wings all akimbo 
fluttering against the smoked glass

IV. Giving to the world a place 

Sometimes I dream 
            of taking the soul in hand 
and twisting 
            like lime or sassafras 
release the dry corona-white spirit
from the body’s moist darkness 

the spirit freed 
            the child reunited