On Some Early Modern Artifacts
The line you know best
Represents sadness.
That is your birthline.
It starts at the back of your thigh.
You’ve never seen it.
It takes enormous faith
To believe even dandelion, rain.
Ideas are just so many words.
Bats squeaking
In a moon-blue sky.
Those are closer to your line.
You know the joke
About the pioneer
Who, chagrined, unwrapped his
Mail-order bridge.
He studied it. Once,
He said in the moments
Before you go deaf, you hear
A river. After you’re blind,
You see it. Can you believe that,
Little lullaby? Here,
Shadows from telephone wires
Get thick enough to bump
A pick-up. Some people
Have to always go back
To see if it was a body.
I’m like that with clouds.
– Zach Savich
