EBBINGS

where lands waters meet the rivers swollen but beds of grasses tall but drowned dreams in each fern itself unfurls bulbs turn on themselves all day for watch falling rocks clock the strikes out to nothing see here even not a stone is erosion water but is erosion also air

This poem was prompted by the concept of a boustrophedon: a text meant to be read from right to left and then from left to right in alternating lines. Like a tide dancing with a moon. The word boustrophedon comes from Greek, meaning: the way an ox turns. It was once a popular form for inscribing text on stone. The poem is meant to be read in this same manner, from right to left and then from left to right in alternating lines. The ox turns, the oxbow meanders, the memory of water is held in the stone, and vice versa. ○

Emily Vogler