Anemochory, Leah Silvieus

Anemochory, Leah Silvieus

Stone flung to crater: we gather what we can of the dead, but they remember us in our entirety, filling our pockets with bones and pink rhododendron.

We pass the pavilion, toward the wooden skiff, its nets suspended in loam. You winnow through the ruin of the porous shore, your hands murky with sea urchins, palms stung with their dying stars. The basalt gods gaze on, graved full of moon. They eclipse dark at dusk. They are not our gods.

You move among them, a constellation of absence threaded through the fractured lights.

-- Hallasan, from Anemochory

by Leah Silvieus

About Leah Silvieus

Leah Silvieus is a poet and writer currently based in New York and Florida.