It is a shocking thing
to know how possible finality can be:
the burden of it, weighing on backs.
Look up: hear that cheeping that comes
at dusk: focus on the sound of it: looking
for direction, avoiding obstacles.
There is no comfort in this.
This is me hoping to find something
in the resurrection moss. How it clings
to limbs that make arches over the roads
that I drive. This is me leaving the nail
in my tire. Filling my tire with air every ten days.
This is me leaving again.
Manifesto, Kelan Nee
River of Grass, a film by Sasha Wortzel. Website. Fb. (10/17-23 @ Coral Gables Art Cinema, Miami, FL)
