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outside the frame
by Kathleen Wilsonfrom this maze of root and branch
I've come to be mountain
stepped past
what I cannot understand to haunt
myself and be a spirit of this land
shadow of pagoda
tree fallen and regrown
up into watched hills
I gather to resound
with all the rest of me
sometimes I think I see
a hollow under root
where I could hide
instead and maybe part
of me has already gone
rough nesting for a while
now become procession
percussive out of wilderness
where eyes in roots
self-astonish
nature's human
frames himself
in context
of enclosure and release
becomes
unframeable
08/28/2009 Author's Note: Poets on Site on Manzanar, 2009, Ron Libbrecht painting inspired
Posted on 08/28/2009
Copyright © 2026 Kathleen Wilson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/28/09 at 04:26 PM Evocative, profound piece of introspection Kathleen. I especially like the opening cuplet, and how the rest of the poem builds towards the last two lines. Excellent! |
| Posted by Laurie Blum on 08/28/09 at 07:11 PM Lyrical and delicate...as lovely as it's author! You inspire! |
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