Visit the interior of the earth to find…
Blue skies fast clouds
deep green embrace of trees and grasses
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
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—
Turn my bones (whom do I address?) to rock,
then water. then moss,
then wind talking.
I want everything again.
S. Robbins, from Readings