Poetry

 

 

Martin Willitts, Jr.

Belonging

"A small rock holds back a great wave."
— Homer, The Odyssey

The smallest rock is a part of the beginning of the universe.
We too
are a part of everything as much as anything else,
and without a part of the whole, something is lacking.

I feel this loss when you are not here. I know it
in the crevasses of my skin,

quail rushing,
just as the wind moves a branch of black leaves

on a mountain of snowcapped skulls
beyond the senselessness,

it is all part of the belonging and not belonging.

Nothing is without reason.
Nothing is without consequence.

 

 

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