Disturbance by Dawn Garisch

Disturbance by Dawn Garisch

we are mere players

in a pantomime, performing parts

which must stay true to narrative alone;

right now, this means weeping salt

into a chilli stew to the sound of the sea –

that enormous story, consistent and unfathomed,

repeating outside in the dark, endlessly. 

“I write into questions of discomfort, tracking an image until the poem reveals a partial answer.”