Tidings
by Gerry Crinnin
I’m proud of the odd wood
I’ve gathered and piled
up in corners down cellar
like original pyramids, tilted,
erred stairways to an offended
God probably, maybe charmed.
Whole trees, great and perfect souls,
fence posts, pier heads, ground down
telephone poles, incomprehensible totems
scoured sacred, tidal knocked, a billion
nudges toward shore,
sticks, saplings, twigs a million,
whiplike whatevers wound into fists
of seaweed, sand and carp-crap
all lugged home, garageward for sawing,
and later stacked, a thousand faces, pieces of
sanity, or family, one or two thoughts at a time
I’ll burn up, emit, wish for you in ashes.
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