Day 7

[dr_con]

Portage

Con/Jur/d, 4/7/2022

 

Remember when he taught us

I Am, and I said,

“Like a portal, we’re finally here”

 

Better prepped

this time, when Saturn comes

around looking for a fight, dressed

 

in hospital gowns designed to

specimize us, with his eyes 

tough as loam

 

watching, we become paranoid,

crows caw ill-intent,

of course, Saturn and The Crow,

 

despite the rustle

of leaves after our exit, are

going about their business, no 

 

thing, personal or banal, nothing

but a reminder every moment of

every day 

 

despite the denial, the seamless

production, we’re making it up,

acting with assured permanence

 

we forget

we are not

impervious,

 

we are

porous,

a portal,

 

a wind blowing 

from entrance 

to end.