Sdepan Keshishian: AyA

I am sanding down the jagged contour of my ankle
Which the architect neglected or could not reach.

No one could possibly underestimate the steadfast;
The irrepressibility of nature in the act. carved out

As She shines her finger down, each morning
From the top of the Mountain where, gaining speed

All particles of life stumble among and upon one another,
Crumble from her will and, collect in the fertile valley.

With a sheared foot in a westward pose, detached
I shift to the other, contemplating in Lost tongues;

"Perhaps", I say, "it is the inevitability of conditioning."

I hear the steady stream of the morning highway
beneath the current.


Boston, 2008.