winter XXXXVI
by Nathaniel Dolton–Thornton
AETHER /OAR
There is a Great Year, whose winter is a great flood and whose summer is a world conflagration. In these alternating periods the world is now going up in flames, now turning to water.
— Heraclitus, On Nature
winter XXXXVI
though I don’t like chitchat
I’ve talked my own ear off
so I know nobody’s listening when I step outside
the road dead– ends at a trail
to a beach that ends in all directions
(the stones walk underwater)
our troubles, like ice cream, melt in sun
and stick around