The Middlewesterner

THE TEAR

The tear
where one

universe
enters

another.
She bids me,

Come in,
come in.

That moment.

# posted by Tom Montag @ 8:28 AM

It is not
the silence

she wants, but
the moment

it opens.

# posted by Tom Montag @ 8:18 AM

Farther
from here,

nearer
the edge,

is where
the poems

are. That's
where I'm

going.
Don't wait

for me,
I may

be awhile.

# posted by Tom Montag @ 8:49 AM

Certain sadness
is all you have
in these, your

uncertain times.
Ask the angels
what it means

you cannot find
your way back
to silence.

# posted by Tom Montag @ 8:26 AM

To the dark
which makes us
fearful, say

Come out, come out,
whoever
you are, then

dance til it
collapses.

# posted by Tom Montag @ 7:58 AM

If even
the poet
doesn't

know, why
do you
keep asking?

# posted by Tom Montag @ 8:01 AM

Not
the mountain,
not

the river,
wind
the color

of sky,
trees
burdened

with our
slowly
passing.

# posted by Tom Montag @ 5:51 PM