Author Archives: Timothy P. Schilling
When you walk and walk a long, long way
You hear the ache within you say,
Disquiet does not make a sound.
Moses
It was not a rock
but a heart
that he tapped:
a stone of blood.
Gospel tuna
Free it from the can, please.
Stop mashing the albacore.
What you don’t want in your oceanfront decor
The sea itself
twisted in a curtain,
waiting
Tidepool
Well I’ll be damned
if I’m not now lodged
in the flattest of all waters
to await the gull
who’ll dash my shell:
I’m the least of nature’s daughters!
Humans drawn to scale
Dinghy at the bar
O ye gods,
that my rain-tossed pride
should give flataway
and leave me plank-scattered
and scared at this,
the bar
Why go to a future
You know is not there?
Yank that vine
and get at the root.
And when you’re done,
dig deeper still.
For roots have their own
invisible roots.


