Before we went underground. Before you fell through a gyre with no sound.
If one piece were unwound. If you had run. If we had looked for you
sooner. If you had screamed. If the gods had intervened.
Nascent. Still blooming, the orchid on your window sill. A thrill of
Gone. Gone. Gone. Gone. Gone. Phantom limb. If the soul
leaves the body, we did not feel it go. Nothing and everything
cloistered in stone.
Omens we left for others. Ripples on a resting pond.
The whistling of a breeze. The imprint on the ovaries.
Copyright © 2012 M. B. McLatchey All rights reserved.
Winner of the 2012 Adirondack Review's 46er Prize for Poetry.
Published in The Adirondack Review, Summer 2013.
Original version published here.
The 46er Prize refers to the forty-six major peaks of the Adirondacks.
Hikers who reach all forty-six summits are deemed "Forty-sixers."
for Missing and
|2012 Winner of the 46er Prize for Poetry