Saturday, December 8, 2018

What Can Never Be Named

 

What Can Never Be Named

What I saw in the Green
Mountains can never be
named. Across an idyllic
forest of embryonic fluid,
I saw an unborn spirit
arriving as an ancient
memory. I saw dark matter
in your eyes. Neither created
or destroyed. Like rogue
planets ejected from their
birthplaces. I saw an invisible
halo and smoke the color of
ivory and ostrich eggshells.
I saw the holy. In my bathroom.
In front of a broken sink faucet.

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George Cassidy Payne is an independent writer, domestic violence counselor, and adjunct instructor in the humanities at Finger Lakes Community College.

George's blogs, essays, letters, poems, and photographs have been published in a wide variety of national and international outlets such as USA Today, The Atlantic, The Wall Street Journal, National Public Radio, The Buffalo News, Albany Times-Union, Syracuse Post Standard, Rochester Democrat & Chronicle, The Toronto Star, The Minority Reporter, Chronogram Journal, Ovi Magazine, CounterPunch, Moria Poetry Journal, Ampersand Literary Review, Adirondack Daily Enterprise, and more.

George's first book of poetry, A Time Before Teachers, is available at Amazon.com.


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  1. Harv Sibley says:

    Jusy don’t let The Gov near anything….he loves to name things,,,,mostly after his family.
    H

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