Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Ribcage


The Echo of What Remains Collected Poems of Wanda Lea Brayton





Long have I contemplated this swerve, this curl 
where thrumming so often swells -
bony fragments and ligature safeguarding the essence of life,
those quiet nuances and gestures of both laughter and tears.

Perhaps it is only a physical manifestation
of undetermined origins -

or maybe it is a slowly returning memory 
of once-forgotten wings.