Sharon Chmielarz

listen and read

Navigation by Metaphor

So what is this? An animal
split wide open to reveal
the blue gut that functions within?

If you’re lucky, your god has wings
and a house for a head you can crawl
into for comfort. Woods, too.

Not enough trees to be a forest,
but having a river, a blue canal,
coursing from north to night.

The sky will offer derision.
Why are you marrying this? it’ll ask.
Are there no clouds left for you to choose?

from Visibility: Ten Miles