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).