Seasons 1920 1147 Mathew Yates

having come far

you feel half-begun

the tree’s leaves bud & bloom
just as they had to all along

i hadn’t eaten subsequence in ages
i hadn’t aged since i was a kid

having discarded

all my certainties

isn’t it right that i should fade away
quite fast & wholly

or do i try to

consume the contrasts &
holy definitions of things
until my tongue is raw &
exhausted from praying

i’ve not slept prayerless since i was a kid
i have not fled a single river i made

trusting the green of spring

to follow the sleep of winter

i always hesitate,

what if this is the last time
what if it was all along?

Header photograph © Matthew Yates.

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