Mt. Lemmon Turkey Run Cabin — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Cabin
There’s always an injury
when we compare one thing
to something else, the tepid moon
to its jealous sister, the viscous fog
to seven years of silence.
And any word can be a knife
when thrown with care.
We sacrifice our hearts
for the quietness of books.
A loaf of bread cooling on the counter
is a wild act of love.
Even as I dislodge every spider web
in the cabin, we will still find
something caught and dying
in the morning,
eyes glistening like dew
in the back of the fireplace
where newspapers and forests
become opportunities
for longing.
— Grant Clauser
Beautiful art, Kenne!
Beautiful artistic photo! However, the sad, powerful poem gave me the “chills”!
Grant Clauser is a great poet!
Thank you, kenne.