spills like tidewater
over rockweed
and black stone
etching absence
into their edges.
it salts the skin,
wears through bone,
ferries memories ashore
to settle in dune grass,
half-buried,
stirred by wind,
vanishing.
not lost,
but scattered.
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Michael J. Kolb is a poet and a professor of archaeology based in Colorado. He writes across disciplinary thresholds, exploring nature, memory, commemoration, and illness, asking what we carry, and what we leave behind. His work appears or is forthcoming in Third Wednesday, Sky Island Journal, Eunoia Review, Defenestration, Speckled Trout, and Moss Piglet among others. He is the author of Making Sense of Monuments (Routledge 2020).
