Alchemy
Alchemy Visit the interior of the earth to find… Blue skies fast clouds deep green embrace of trees and grasses wind talking late summer as food and funeral My fortune was to get, finally, everything I ever wanted. That shut me up. Down down breath-holding diver tunnel-slithering caver into the cauldron of magma and bone to throw it all back, my fortune, my lessons learned, myself for good measure. I still believe—a sceptic’s faith— in transformation. Turn my bones (whom do I address?) to rock, then water. then moss, then wind talking. I want everything again. S. Robbins, from Readings
Sherry Robbins 