What lies in the origin
of names for this
circumference
it begins with water.
None of the details are explained,
but, if our dwellings are made
from the earth,
what is this place?
Of the body to the building,
at home in the plains of light,
but, where can we plant
our feet?
Harvest to continue producing,
the land on which the city
if the ice comes,
will the fans be enough?
In this marginal area,
the water may never reach the ground.
Header photo © Jason D. Ramsey.
Glenn Bach lives and works in Southern California, with brief stints in Milwaukee and Brooklyn. His long poem, Atlas, has been excerpted in Dusie, jubilat, Otoliths, and others. Glenn publishes an interview blog, Imprintable.org, and documents his other activities at glennbach.com.
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