goat rock
I stood
as a rocky ledge
overlooking
the canyon
fallen into
a waking dream
I communed
with the embodiment
of a distant
storm
*
a goat beside me
lifted
its head
as if to bleat
but it wasn’t
a goat
it was an outcrop
of rock –
rock
like boiling water –
an argument
against contentment
Bionote
Michael Spring is the author of three poetry collections and five chapbooks. His latest book, Root of Lightning, was awarded an honorable mention for the 2012 Eric Hoffer Book Award. His latest chapbook, Blue Wolf, won the 2013 Turtle Island Poetry Award. His poems have appeared in numerous publications, including Atlanta Review, Blue Lyra, Flyway, Gargoyle, The Midwest Quarterly, NEO, Spillway, and West Wind Review. Michael lives in O’Brien, Oregon. He is a natural builder, martial art instructor, and a poetry editor for The Pedestal Magazine.
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