Charon Speaks to Psyche

I lived along the edge of wet stairs,
watched stone lose out
to the incursion of lapping insistence,
a place where I gathered myself, a sensation
of cold and sometimes not so cold, even warm
as sun bullied its way through iron railings.

Which way? I heard myself ask,
no longer a barnacle stationed for eternity
at some breathing crack.

I grew up as the Gatekeeper,
the one who ferries shadows across the chasm,
back and forth I saw half people
dredge fear from a bucket of cold blood,

free-falling into an avalanche of some disaster,
waiting for a rescue party that never shows up
with help and a stretcher.

Never have I spoken until you entered my craft,
consumed by a hope that toys with us all
and makes fools famous.

About Lenore Weiss

Lenore's collections include "Tap Dancing on the Silverado Trail" (2011) from Finishing Line Press, “Sh’ma Yis’rael” (2007) from Pudding House Publications, and "Cutting Down the Last Tree on Easter Island" (West End Press, 2012). Her writing has won recognition from Poets&Writers (finalist in California Voices contest) and as a finalist for Pablo Neruda Prize, Nimrod International Journal. The Society for Technical Communication has recognized her work regarding Technical Literacy in the schools. All material is copyrighted on this site and cannot be used without the author's permission.
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