Image: Charles Ramburg, HEDGEROW IV. Charcoal on paper, 8″ x 8″.

Invisible Fence

Every moment’s a splitting twig,
a wind that blows
the smoke west then blows it east.

Asleep? Awake?

A thousand silver minnows of distraction!
And sleep, my Lethe and opium.

Once in a while I catch myself awake.
That breaks the spell.

A few last splinters of fire
still smoke in the sky, the me,
the open space, the nowhere.


More from Chase Twichell

“After Snow”
“Fox Bones”
“Ochre and Blue”
“Second Innocence: With Basho at Sesshin”
“The Ghost of Eden: Zen and Poetry”

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