January

by Daniel Simko

Hell bent blue moon, yellow eye of dust.
Cold irreparable desire.

I have been trying to explain something all night.
I am no longer sure of the subject.

St. George, the defender, freezes over.
There is still something I want to say, but not here.

I want to lie down with the snow.
I want the wild lilies to break their silence.

-from The Arrival (Stahlecker Series Selection), (c) 2009 by Daniel Simko. Reprinted with permission of Four Way Books. All rights reserved.