From Fieldbook series
Ships before me
meet indigenous woods
of which they have no knowledge.
Every sense, a birth
Hovering above the shore
above the ship,
a hummingbird in curiosity
(is it the same curiosity?)
Only just arriving here-
We – that self –
must be an eternity on the shore
with the skim pooling at a footprint
The hummingbird sips at a flower.
the ship takes to the river
the mouth of everything we are given
Trying to find fruit,
feet clad in grasses,
destructible world all girded in blue.
A line of cane borers elongates and compresses.
A velvet leaf, thick of blackberries.
their children into bark
behind a dark curtain.
A generation spiraling
up between a tree,
flattened by birth
trailing out on a surface
on the ground
What light they saw was that by which they lived
Grant Souders is currently earning a B.A. in Creative Writing at Colorado State University in Fort Collins, CO. A few of his poems have appeared in A Literary Journal.