Ribbon
In stillness before daybreak, train tracks beat alongside my heart,
my heart, do you remember the winter wheat field, unfinished
rails we tied together that day, with a bright red silk ribbon?
Meditation
To zazen meditatively in the studio at dawn, or not
to follow the empty city bursting through the clouds, or not
to see your life as the hanging houseplant you forgot.
David Capps is a philosophy professor and poet who lives in New Haven, CT. He is the author of four chapbooks: Poems from the First Voyage (The Nasiona Press, 2019), A Non-Grecian Non-Urn (Yavanika Press, 2019), Colossi (Kelsay Books, 2020), and Wheatfield with a Reaper (Akinoga Press, forthcoming). His latest work, On the Great Duration of Life, a riff on Seneca’s On the Shortness of Life, is available from Schism Neuronics.
