Tuesday, August 20, 2013

The Guest



The Guest

When you arrive at the tavern,
you breathe, first, on the window,
draw a wet spiral toward the keeper inside
You have wandered
crabwise
for years ,toward this beaded light,
pulling the thread from edge to center

whistling along the periphery,
But here it is,
drawing you toward the aching and brilliant dawn
through this deep playa night.
If you follow that call
to the dimly lit threshold,
you’ll know you’ve arrived
by the catch in your throat

So there you stand,
teetering on the liminal
wood beneath your soles,
wondering,

are you welcome? You know,
peering in,
that you will sweep this cabin empty
if it is your nature,
you may raise holy moly hell
and blow pinwheels from your unholy orifices,
and even still, yes, Welcome

You knew
the moment you stepped
from the great prairie,
delivering punctuation
to the infinite
with this one word,
YES
resting on its carpetbag,
drawing its name in the sand

_Eilish Nagle

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