Three Little Words

— Eric Pankey

Bones

The bones have the look of the overlooked.

The dry bones scattered across the battlefield wait with the patience of stone to recongregate.

In the midden of prehistoric settlements, you find all sorts of bones, but rarely those of humans or dogs, which were buried separately and with care.

The dice of drowned men’s bones he saw bequeath, Hart Crane writes, an embassy.

One traces the charred cracks in the oracle bone (in this case, the shoulder blade of a caribou) to see before the seen is present.

As thou knowest not what is the way of the spirit, nor how the bones do grow in the womb of her that is with child: even so thou knowest not the works of God who maketh all.

The marrow like an entanglement, a pathless thicket.

Storm

During a storm, one is not prepared for the soon-ness of now.

The Great Red Spot on Jupiter is a storm larger than the Earth, first observed over three-hundred years ago.

To stir or turn.

Faced with the inscrutable hand of God, Sin-Killer Griffin sings, Wasn’t that a mighty storm…

One wants to remember the ice storm as silent but at each shift of wind, one hears the creak and crack of ice along limbs, the gamelan that is the sudden fall of icicles.

Thunderstorm, tornado, hailstorm, flood, tropical cyclones, blizzard, ice storm, windstorm, derechos, dust storm, Nor’easter, and squall line.

You waved to me—, Eugenio Montale writes in The Storm, and entered the dark.

Time

Time is the loom on which echoes are woven.

The time one knows is only ever the partial and even then, proceeds in no particular order.

In a dark time, Theodore Roethke says, the eye begins to see.

A given moment is a site of various temporalities.

At the same time meaning yet or nevertheless; from time to time meaning occasionally; in time meaning sufficiently early, eventually, or in the right tempo; time and again meaning frequently or repeatedly.

Time is the space altered by one’s thought of enclosing it.

Dark Side of the Moon, side one, track four: Ticking away the moments that make up the dull day…


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