Contemplating Elevators

Polymer Clay artist--Sue Jimenez


Contemplating Elevators


Goodbye to the van, goodbye
to fists in the face of the world,
goodbye to the impetuousness
of trying. I haven’t forgotten
stairs; you never forget the tiny
ache of growing pains; your
bones simply creak when you try
to stand or sit. Goodbye to noise.
Goodbye to hard. It’s all easy,
now, soft, now. There are elevat
ors. There are sounds of disdain
pointed at anything that stands
out. Goodbye to curses. Good
bye to river valleys. There are still
mountains, but at the top they look
flat.


C.L. Bledsoe

Posted over on Right Hand Pointing
from his Chapbook: GOODBYE TO NOISE