Erratics.(Poem)

 
ERRATICS 
 
(Boulders caught in slow-moving glaciers 
and carried along with the ice) 
 
   Around you, this cold mother tongue 
   trundles without acknowledging 
   your single presence, dredges chunks 
   of landscape, troughs great peaks to junk 
   and sediment, carries you along. 
 
   One of the stubborn elements, 
   one of the ancient wholes gone wrong, 
   you're just a speck. This pale, cold mother 
   buries you in her enclosure 
   of locomotion, her slow lunge 
 
   of transparent cavalry. You can't loll 
   freely inside her, but are rolled 
   into the stampede of sameness. Dawns 
   wash blue and violet on her mass 
   in which frail, ...