- I Ching #63After Completion
All night, I am rowing the jawbone of a draft animal over swells and troughs of the mountain. The bleached bone gleams with absorbed fluorescence, leads me to a split where the mountain opens to profound darkness. My fingers lengthen to the talons of initiates. Not a matter of will if form holds on the verge of liquid or air boundaries blurred as in sex between pain pleasure my body incandescent. Gravity holds it to earth like a lover.
Karen Zealand has published poems in such periodicals as Southern Poetry Review, Poet Lore, Kansas Quarterly/Arkansas Review, Kalliope, and Hanging Loose. She is a counseling therapist in a psychology practice in Cumberland, Maryland.