λόγος – word

λόγος – word

One of life’s quiet excitements is to stand somewhat apart from yourself and watch yourself softly becoming the author of something beautiful, even if it is only a floating ash.

                               

                                                      Norman Maclean

                                                      A River Runs Through It

Telling true stories is different

than telling stories that are true:

regarding a found grain of rice

I say: I want to live

in a house where every fork

is used the night before

and in putting them away

washed of mouth and speck

and meat and cling

of water and still: one small

crumb of rice I missed

how it went through its entire

wash to get to this and sits

between two tines of a four

tine fork and just is – it doesn’t do

anything but wait

it doesn’t do anything

but sit

its suffered rise up the beating

glean free from its stalk

of grass and the cede

of all its water to now

come to this: the steam being

the one thing redeeming

that stalk from that husk

from just enough water

to be eaten or to be flicked

to the heap of bones

friend if this came down to you

what would you do