Shed in a Coastal Landscape

— Casey FitzSimons

That shed behind me. Rabbit-riddled
earth around it shudders
under my tread. Inside it,
a playing card weighted lightly
with beachglass. A cairn, or not—
coincidence of things pressing
the edge of intention. The ocean’s
 
attenuated rushing: sound
shaped by rising bluffs, partly dissipated
crossing the hot scarp of highway. It thickens
the whisper of nearby grasses, becomes
a primordial breath-sound eddying
in my sinuses. It throbs faintly
against the slats of the shed, slips
between them. A sliver
 
of sunlight through a crack sweeps
(must sweep, over hours) the littered
dirt floor like a careful eye, emblazoning
each still obstruction. A different mind
would devise a code from it, set
a timepiece by it. Soon, it will highlight
the spider who’ll pause its geodesic mapping
in that rationed moment, permit
the shadow of its web an ephemeral
knowledge of the cool dirt.

One thought on “Shed in a Coastal Landscape

  1. I am so with you, Harry! As much I as I enjoyed hearing you read this poem, Casey, this is something that is meant to be read! That dense language ("rabbit-riddled," "a primordial breath-sound eddying in my sinuses," "an ephemeral knowledge of the cool dirt," etc.) needs to be digested and the images need to be carefully viewed with microscopic eye. This is a beautiful with a purpose of creating its own reality.

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