Daily Archives: September 25, 2012

#142 The Southwest Part of the Truth by Ioanna Carlsen

“My dark and cloudy words
they do but hold the truth…”   Pilgrim’s Progress

It’s true and it’s not true, it’s partly the light
that makes the bone-colored clouds
seem to web in shadows down the mountains,
graze in the horse-footed valleys, the heart of the desert,
suddenly take root and water-shape the land.

It’s true and it’s not true, it’s partly just life,
water wells up in the sinks of houses,
butter aches its heart out on the stoves,
words hold truth like a sieve holds rain,
and words, like shadows, slither over walls.

It’s words, which are half-lies,
yet words must mean something,
since the hills in half-light are spined with death,
since it’s words, and trees, and seasons,
that give the mountains their cool and steady breath.

It’s true and it’s not true, it’s partly a lie,
but frost is something personal,
fruit not reaching tables, dying on the trees before you,
windows bone-colored, and bones
staked in like fences, aching in your hand.

It’s true and it’s not true, but southwest of life,
every seventh summer, the summer comes
when bones well up in their hollows with rain,
deciphering dreams or a message
from the black and white rays of the sun.

Ioanna Calrsen’s poems and stories have appeared in Agni, Poetry, The Hudson Review, Nimrod, Poetry East, Café Solo, Chelsea, The Quarterly,  Field,  Apalachee Quarterly, The Marlboro Review,  Columbia,  Solo,  Alaska Quarterly Review, Mondo Greco, Prairie Schooner, Quarterly West, The Gingko Tree Review,  Glimmer Train,  and many other literary magazines.