In March, snow pours into the river's mouth, flowing
so high downstream, "The age for which the ground
fails to come, hangs in the abyss," and the poetry of
depth chokes on popular culture's sludge.

The path begins again when earth fissures into the
color of umber. Clambering uphill, time stops, then
draws a deep breath "without creating a world that
never existed."

 

 

.
The age for which: M. Heidegger, "What Are Poets For?" In, Poetry, Language Thought. New York, 1971.
without creating: P.Shephard, “A Post-Historic Primitivism.” In, The Wilderness Condition, Essays on Environment and Civilization. San Francisco, 1992.