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Derelict
The vast bulk of it rising
like bread puffed with yeast,
massive as forever.
I’ve claimed this small slice
of it and gone about devouring
every morsel, transforming them to memory.
I don’t allow myself to think
how insubstantial are those filaments
of leven that float upon the gray
furrows of the mind,
how fragile those crumbs that hold me
to the loaf.
Sharon Scholl is a retired, and ancient, college teacher who convenes a poetry critique group and maintains a website of original music (freeprintmusic.com) donated to small, liberal churches. Her poetry chapbooks, Seasons, Remains, Evensong, are available via Amazon Books. Her poems are current in The Bluebird Word and Red Rose, Thorns.
