|Apr/May 2018 Poetry Special Feature|
Found: in ABQ – studio art jewelry by Jessica deGruyter
It's never wise to start conversations
with questions, why give anyone
that sort of liberty to probe. Currents
are what keeps the water contained
in their most proper state. It is also
the volt in a person's brain allowing
them the luxury of glacial actions:
where one entity eludes the other;
where rocks flow as waterfalls over mountains;
where organisms crystalize like diamonds;
we don't know what's hidden in them,
we just know of rubber sensations.
We ought should know. We know
elegance is a lamp lit like pixie fire-
flies set free into the atmosphere.
They are air, bringing to humans
what they need in order to survive—
they are avalanches. They are confidence
of insolence: mighty states of curiosity
and slowest undertows of grey matter.