patience, belated perseverance (2)

by Rusty Morrison


Which sensation the illness, which sensation the fear? Which opens a forest? Sometimes I walk there, just ahead of certain kinds of pain. To lead the pain, not to follow—I begin to hear as a language, endlessly adaptive. The forest cicada is voiceless. Its bronzy call—rising through the follicles of my hair—is made by the click of its wings, which are nearly transparent. The nerve cicada has long wings, darkly veined with the pulse of preparing for flight. I sit down on the forest floor, two fingers at my wrist. Patches of moss on smooth stones—a cloudless green. Wind, borrowing color from fallen leaves. Waiting is a sense beyond the five, not a threshold. A trail of ants wanders close and falls into the sand hollow that my weight will deepen eventually into a funnel.


patience, belated perseverance (1)


Rusty Morrison Rusty Morrison's -After Urgency- won Tupelo’s Dorset Prize (forthcoming 2012), -The Book of the Given– is forthcoming from Noemi Press, -the true keeps calm biding its story- won Academy of American Poet’s James Laughlin Award, Northern California Book Award, Ahsahta’s Sawtooth Prize, the DiCastagnola Award from Poetry Society of America. –Whethering- won the Colorado Prize for Poetry. She has received the Bogin, Hemley, Winner, DiCastagnola Awards from The PSA. Her poems and/or essays have appeared in or are forthcoming from American Poetry Review, Boston Review, Gulf Coast, Kenyon Review, Lana Turner, New American Writing, Pleiades, Verse, VOLT, and the anthologies One Word (Sarabande), Beauty is a Verb (Cinco Punto). She is co-publisher of Omnidawn Publishing.