there were just too many of you
too many stones and storms
too many hands and feet
too much rain
on the roof of the tent, ridgepole sagging, nothing
to do but escape, the fishscale imaginings
like flashes between raindrops
in the noise of it window clatter without sight
but pretending instead to be
so warm that collapse was impossible
until we had to stop
if I could open a window in the sky
and walk right through it
death would be like that
*The poem is taken from Luczaj’s unpublished manuscript 64 Changes, a poetic dialogue with the ancient oracle, the I Ching.
Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 25, Issue 6.
Sarah Luczaj is a British poet, writer, artist and translator. Some of my poems were published in Cider Press Review, issues 9, 10 and 11! My work has also appeared in The American Poetry Review, the LA Review, OVS and recently AGNI Online, to name a few. She lives between Glasgow and rural Poland.
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