instant assemblage

(the following poem and images was assembled by an astonishing woman, imani. her discussion accompanying the poem is fascinating as well. she has clearly taken a lot of time and care with her choices; i, however, give you one or two from each post to which she linked. thank you.)

POEM

This beauty that I see

– the sun going down

scours the entangled

and lightly henna

withys and the wind








whips them as it

would ship a cloud –





is passing so swiftly








into night. A moon,

full and flat, and stars

a freight train passing

passing it is the sea




and not a train. This

beauty that collects

dry leaves in pools

and pockets and goes

freezingly, just able

still to swiftly flow

it goes, it goes.

--James Schuyler