Living Cloisters
They raise themselves around us,
sudden shelters
within the larger outpour,
courtyards sprung
from currents of a brighter
force, palmful
of another’s hand, voice
rung down the spine,
stringing archways
within a space that shapes
nothing but its own dimensions,
a rhythm without song,
a corrugated darkness
hewn to colonnades and bells
by our names, meals,
momentary vows, sanctums
opening around a fountain,
its waters illuminated
like figurated calligraphy
in a root, arterial language.
© Megan Harlan. All Rights Reserved.
Published in Mapmaking (BkMk Press/New Letters), 2010, and Beloit Poetry Journal, 2004. Reprinted on Poetry Daily in 2004.