February 28th: Skipped classes as to deal with a personal tragedy from the night before. Can’t quite get myself to work or write.
Based on Egon Schiele’s ‘The Border of the city, Krumau’. Started 8:56am. Finished 10:02am. In my dorm.
I fashioned a home from stones I found along the way-
those placed by the riverbeds
and collecting rainwater in emptied fountains.
in hollows atop mountains
from the hatbox of my youth.
fell the words of Ruth,
when once I witnessed from a parting in my private paradise,
a flood that tumbled my notions of permanence.
Packing pertinence into what a birch boat can carry,
casting the beam of a house on my back
and the hope of home in my heart.