and the gulch, rubble
frazzled with the windy remains
of speech, said
comers here turn and go back:
so I sat down, resolved
to try
the problem out, and
every leaf fell
from my bush of bones
and sand blew down the winding
gulch and
eddying
rounded out a bowl
from the terminal wall:
I sat in my bones' fragile shade
and worked the
knuckles of my mind till
the altering earth broke to
mend the fault:
I rose and went through.