Portage
Con/Jur/d, 4/7/2022

Remember when he taught us
I Am, and I said,
“Like a portal, we’re finally here”

Better prepped
this time, when Saturn comes
around looking for a fight, dressed

in hospital gowns designed to
specimize us, with his eyes 
tough as loam

watching, we become paranoid,
crows caw ill-intent,
of course, Saturn and The Crow

despite the rustle
of leaves after our exit, go
about their business, no -

thing,personal or banal, nothing
but a reminder every moment of
every day 

despite the denial, the seamless
production, we’re making it up,
acting with assured permanence

we forget
we are not
impervious,

we are
porous,
a portal,

a wind blowing 
from entrance 
to end.