Ephemeral Garden by James Croal Jackson

EPHEMERAL GARDEN

 

The map leads from bloom to wing

to sky– we followed gracefully before

black swan wings haunted our spines.

 

I was tangled in the garden of words

and you did not believe a thing

I said. I cowered in sagebrush

 

to study flying squirrels (the wingless

claim the sky). I told you I would never tell

another lie because what is truth

 

in an ephemeral garden, where the birdsong

of thrashers becomes language?

I attempt to look away from truth

 

but the truth is, nothing in this world

shocks me any more than when I crane my head

to see the nightmare we have become.

 

 

James Croal Jackson’s poetry has appeared in The Bitter Oleander, Rust + Moth, Cosmonauts Avenue, and elsewhere. His first chapbook is forthcoming from Writing Knights Press. He is the 2016 William Redding Memorial Poetry Contest winner in his current city of Columbus, Ohio. Visit him at jimjakk.com.

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