i dream about the monsters below
dark in the water like a green cougar or a snake
and the thunderers above
throwing their lightening stones and grappling
in a white fog that covers when they come
the surface of the lake churns into white froth
i have not really known anything
of this endless contest of theirs though it was
cycling all around me for so long
if i am teachable i might even see the eggs
they spring from or the strange markings
they sometimes leave on the earth
or perhaps i will always be an outcast
in this and other things that fly by announce
circle and then go over the horizon
have compassion for every orphan
who wanders this earth far from dwellings
that were burned
and remembrances
of forsaken places float like bits of ash
on the smoke of this space we call home
—
CM Evans
