in the hollows of sorrow

this sorrow      ​      sticks out
​            is curved like a rib.​      will not hold me.

words are no good today
​                                    bones I shuffle
                              on the table
a rattle​             in a baby’s crib
split infinitives
​             syllabic apertures
​                              forsaken punctuation—

the words do not give a damn.

​                               I sit in the sore cacophony of
what it means                   ​to utter anything.

            ​being human is             ​to know such things—
​                  that even your tears do not ​      need you

but will follow your grief up a glacial bed of stones​
seek meaning in its half life.

I go down to the river.​                        watch it
the way I was never taught to watch TV.

​                                    riparian syntaxes
creep toward ​      where infinities split.

where things fall apart             ​with a purpose
we cannot fathom​
                  ​while​      underfoot twigs crackle as if
we have started a fire.

the minuscule thoughts of grass blades and
​                        small life weave the fabric of bank
keep the river in mind at all times.                   ​I grow

intimate here
​                        the way Heraclitus did—

the rain weighs fragile​             stems to the ground
multiplies the light into numerous prismatic fractions.

my step softens.             ​in this overture​             I listen
for what springs out of decay.

​                   in this tremulous toil
                              ​the day grows
                                    ​one raindrop at a time.

learn how to hold it here
​      (​      the sorrow​      )
             ​so it will not swallow you
                        ​so it will not hollow you​       out—

Daniela Elza

About Daniela Elza

Daniela Elza had been published nationally and internationally in over 80 publications. She is the author of "the weight of dew" (Mother Tongue Publishing, 2012), "the book of It" (2011), and most recently "milk tooth bane bone" (Leaf Press, 2013) of which David Abram says: “Out of the ache of the present moment, Daniela Elza has crafted something spare and irresistible, an open armature for wonder."  Daniela earned her doctorate in Philosophy of Education from Simon Fraser University (Canada) and is the 2014 Writer-In-Residence at the University of the Fraser Valley.
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