SOLOMON’S SEAL AT HUNTERS CREEK

KEITH ERICKSON

We’d use a word like found as in—It found itself here—but it is a plant so words won’t tell why it angles out of this wet bank but no where else nearby—only here

It found itself here living well—in fruit now living wild—where it fit a place flecked with sandy thoughts thought in a sunlit body beyond my ken made mostly of what made me

KEITH ERICKSON is a recently retired teacher who lives and learns in Lyons, Colorado. Trained as a biologist, historian of science, and secondary school science teacher, he somehow caught the poetry bug during the pandemic. His recovery has been extremely slow.