Spring 2016 (June 1, 2016)

making meaning

May 2, 2016
By Eli Sorich

I know why I have come to this back alley
where the glass-shards look like petals
and the shopping bags like tumbleweed.

I have come here because dark places
are where rot turns to moss,
decay to fungus.

Lost things become damp creations,
mold is far better than dust
and may yet turn,
may yet flower and bloom,
once kissed with sun and rain––
which somehow finds its way
through cracks and crevices.

Stranger things have happened,
no one can say what may lie dormant
in a festered mess––
what is putrid may air out
and smell again of the crisp
and growing things of Spring,
what is fettered by infection
can slip free and find flight
as does a spore in a gentle breeze.