Poetry Archive

On the Border ~ Larry Gavin, Faribault HS My home is on the border between dark and light between this country and the other world. I live in language. My home is perched between sea and shore the same border that separates one from the other. Living here is like living there, but in important ways it is different. Different here in the heart of all that borders other than the heart. My home is on the border, the contact zone, where things mix as they struggle to remain separate. Where love joins its opposite. Where clouds race, and the wind crosses with indifference like the space between strings on a black guitar. A melody machined from the harvest of wheat along lines that are only imagined. The borderland, the frontier the first step where I begin my climb, thicket and field; hope and what remains when hope crosses over to become something else.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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