Pillar
by Joan Alice Wood Kimball

I walked by fields that rimmed the road.
I circled east, and as I strode
the sun opened
in a wandering
sky to let
ragged
light
sanc-
tify
the
shaft
of my
senses
that rise
from a pneuma
that is always intense.

I considered the weight
of ghazals, psalms, literotica,
and circled back to contemplate
the falling column—a nascent nebula.




 

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