Imagination

Imagination

Do not construe what cannot be deduced.
Think instead of acacia and cedar wood,
that energy of aura like
the subtle perfume of an invisible guest
going or coming
from the land of Punt where meaning
is perceived as away from or toward
an unknown length of distance curving
in upon itself. Here, we rest,
stiff as a board
covered in ink while
on the walls of our ark
we sail among vowels as if on a boat
of fragmenting flowers in Springtime coming
in from the sea where
the breeze off the waves
is gray as a wolf sniffing up skirts,
evaporating
into beautiful aches of confusion.

Scott Malby

Posted over on A Little Poetry