Gossamer Bulwarks

Daniel A. Rabuzzi  

I bivouac curled in spider's-silk, 
Tensile loving lacework, 
Hung round with feathers 
(Raven, wren, rectrix of hawk), with 
Tinkling gilded pennies on strings in the  
mounting breeze, then in the gusts of lead-throated wind, 
Totem-bottles glacier-green tunk, tunk,      tunk, 
A hank of fur unknown, mottled, 
Tuftings, teasels, an old boot, 
The flex of an osier 
Bending against the rising gale. 

Shoulders high, braced  //// 
With hunching hawthorn,   ////  braced 
Carapace of beetle, 
My soul pitched up into an eggshell, 
A closet of hope, 
Lee enough, if barely,  //// 
So that 

//// 

I survive, 
Repair, renew, 
Give thanks, 
March on, 
Ever in sight of hedge and sloe and berm, 
Small bastions,  
My small homes.  //// 

 

Daniel A. Rabuzzi (he / his) has had two novels, five short stories, 25 poems, and nearly 50 essays / articles published (www.danielarabuzzi.com). He lived eight years in Norway, Germany and France. He has degrees in the study of folklore & mythology and European history. He lives in New York City with his artistic partner & spouse, the woodcarver Deborah A. Mills (www.deborahmillswoodcarving.com), and the requisite cat. 

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