Published January 15th, 2025
by Pearl M. B. Meredith
The pillbug carries scripture on its back.
It says: No written word can capture what I am.
See Sisyphus, naked feet pierced by mountain teeth.
Roots drink it up and taste Adam in his blood.
Stones for the dancers, lashes for the market men.
The buddhas have to wait for the Great Grand Scythe.
Over the Western Cordillera a heavy crescent pauses.
The white of the eye before a sleeper sleeps.
Words drip down the bark of the metasequoia.
They all say: Pay attention.
I look at the frond of the cedar tree.
Its geometry breaks my heart.
About the Poet
Pearl M. B. Meredith resides in Surrey, British Columbia, Canada.
Read the poet's biography on Pearl M. B. Meredith's Artist Page.
This poem is included in Comet #4,
published in the Wax Poetry and Art Library.
Previously published in Vancouver Poetry Magazine:
On Cesna'em and the Museum of Vancouver
by Aiden Zhou
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