The Work of the Soul

But what do you call the weather that comes off your skin?
The earnest breath of hard work? Soil that sews itself
Into your fingernails, your ankles? Is there a name
For the bent back of labor, the focus on development,
The need to comprehend the inner workings of a garden,
A brick wall, a stained glass window, the reconfiguration of water,
The simple companionship of a dog resting on your lap?

Michael H. Brownstein’s book, A Slipknot Into Somewhere Else: A Poet’s Journey to the Borderlands of Dementia, was recently published by Cholla Needles Books (2018).

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