Being Neither End nor Beginning, I Look to the Earth
Or the sky’s red haze, scattered in past particles,
enhanced. The goings, the matters. The truest lies.
May we roll in reverse towards the future?
This ladder curves into the horizon, blending faith
with history, with solid and liquid. With gas.
I have bled on her rails and taken myself
hostage. I have returned rain to air. I am rendered
like never-turning wheels, fixed in space,
guided by friction and soured prayer; oxidation
consumes me. Sleepless among evergreens,
we pledge vigilance and note the absence of candor.
Somewhere water flows, but not here, today.
“Trem Abandonado” by Rafael Vianna Croffi
The last of three poems launched from this painting.