“In A Distant Place” by Bryan Utesch

In A Distant Place

You feel

a separation while in the forest.

Traveling while standing still.

A blue brain moving   

thoughts like jig-saw pieces,   

surrounded by ghosts of mice.

Ambivalently separated,   

with chewed corners, and long johns.

Standing on this mountain,   

above a mile of dinosaur bones,

I feel the separation too.

There is a growing distance in crowded spaces.

Anxious shouting and laughter decay

into my spiraling thoughts,

and the faint sucking   

sounds from the leeches.

When long periods of time

pass alone with the forest,

the forest stays with you.

Formalities are left behind for nature’s song   

and the dancing of leaves.

Spiders woven patterns

distract flapping moths and beetles

with delicacy.

I am separated by waves of grace and majesty,

Almighty hell and H. E. hockey sticks of hickory.

These thoughts flicker in places of the sesame.

Separate paths dancing in synecdoche.

Nature and wonder caress me




Grooves and ripples.



Bryan Utesch grew up in the Midwest. His favorite poets are Ezra Pound and Hilda Doolittle. He currently resides in Boulder, Colorado. You can read more of his work on his website.

Featured image by Annie Spratt

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