Poem | Kenosis

Sideling Hill, MD (Wikimedia Commons)


Look at the rock cut
to carve the highway
and see the history
of its making —
molten rivers molded
appearing frozen
while working out
their next dissolution,
replenishing plenitude
apparent only
as it’s lavished

What about the earth
that even solid rock
is not, but all in transit,
crazy tracks visible
in marble bands
rumpled like bed sheets —
so full it must brim,
reach, spill, get lost,
carried in capillary
action, in endless
emptying and

Published in the July 6, 2018 issue: 

Elizabeth Poreba teaches high school in Manhattan. She has published a chapbook, available from Finishing Line Press.

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