Frost Heaves

“Road to Giverny in Winter” by Claude Monet

 

ice forms in slim wombs

subterranean

temporal passages

crystal with seasons

swell yesterday’s thaw

pushing upthrusting

seriate ripples

embellishing pavements

men laid with a matrix

of dreamstuff

an undulant shapely

cascade leading

either away from

or back to a time and

a place that have

finished themselves

bygone eras completed

now covered by distance

with ribbons of roads

ever lengthening

reaching to span

two opposing horizons

conflicting emotions

of sunrise and sunset

the alpha omega points

true destinations

for traffic compelled

by alternative passions

indifferent to time

 

 

From my books Ephemera and Legacies (vol. 2)