DAY SEQUENCE, I

 

 

I rolled the threadbare carpet tight

around my earthly possessions, my heart Ė

 

two thin blouses, a scarf, a skirt,

all of rough silk never having touched my skin

 

everything else jettisoned

the desert burning hard

 

joy too malleable in this heat

fear too friable

 

the sandís endless reinventions

of topography and survival my only comfort

 

my thoughts confounded by the sunís

incessant risings and settings

 

I know myself only

by the length of my shadow

 

and the depth of silk

coiled in that deep, transitory dark

 

Susan Smith Nash

October 14, 2001