I am gluttonous for life and all things
life.
—
Something,
/////// contrary to popular opinion,
never comes from something else
but always rather
///////// in some fundamental way
from nothing.
—
(hovering over the waters)
—
out of the emptiness
/////////////// comes potential
///// ——— realized,
////////////////// Now.
—
—
c. Kate Gough, 2015
stark feathers rise in rows
from soil soaked by rain
a farmer’s windbreak
—
—
c. Kate Gough
First flush of Spring
//// green
blooms in the arms of the trees
en masse, a cloud of
//// minty fresh
/////////////// newness
—
Life wakes one more
////////////////// time.
—
c. Kate Gough
smoking stacks
weary my soul.
—
—
c. Kate Gough
I want to reclaim so many words from the INDUSTRIES of today:
—
Reverberate is a wild, wide, ecstatic word that could cover the
earth with waves of pressure all by itself! The sound of a gong
struck by Olympus-like gods — huge and soul-changing,
sweeping aside old leaves and leftovers
for something fresh and new,
stirring the heart to savor empty space,
the wide open(ing) stillness after
—
its many
returning
resonances
—
so that its waters are clear
for whatever comes ) next.
—
—
c. Kate Gough
Big cigars
sticking up out of the Earth.
—
Cold monuments to
a more industrial time.
—
—
c. Kate Gough
you’re
\ \ \ so carefully constructed
flaunting what you
\ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ think
they want to see
\ \ \ a rare yet
\ \ \ ordinary concoction of
\ exotic and reliable
\ likeable, careful, reserved:
never
known.
but when you look in the mirror
thousands of dead
birds fly the nest,
falling out of your eyes
to rest
forever
\
still.
~Kate Gough, 8/6/17
