Joel Sumner Smith

Product Manager @Gatsby focused on developer experience.
Analogical thinker in an analytical world.

Letters

An Unwritten Elegy

A day is not a dream or a poem,

but perhaps a well placed palm

 

pressed against a rising wall at dusk;

the sweeping scythe with hushed

 

tones: gathering, spreading the wheat;

walking interminable furrows to meet

 

the wilting day, the growing dawn,

both the moment of unborn thought

 

when wounds like shadows might pierce

the mould, might gut a memory

 

of other days, of other dawns,

of other gatherings and spreadings.

 

© 2020, Joel Sumner Smith