Trail Mountain

                    from the Cherokee

 
by Andres Rojas

 

What is left of crags
is as much riven inheritance

as the rough-winged swallows
buzzing the rhododendrons,

not at play, hunters on the fly
as are we all, each viridescent laurel

an axis mundi no more native
than the clouds invisible today:

what is gone could last
through anything, except

what came. That isn’t right —
what remains is what remains

always, for a certain time: water
drawn four thousand feet

downhill, a wafting keen,
dusk clear as any conscience

that does not look too far afield —
next ridgeline, state line,

halfway across to the Pacific.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Andres Rojas has an M.F.A. from the University of Florida and his poems have most recently appeared or are forthcoming in Barrow Street, Colorado Review, Massachusetts Review, New England Review, and Notre Dame Review.

Advertisements

One thought on “Trail Mountain

  1. Great stuff from an old friend. If there is such a thing as “negative space” and its use in writing, I think you have achieved it here, Andy.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: