Notes on unknowing

inevitably there came

an interruption

and in a childhood autumn

the appalachians fell

from blue

thundered upon themselves

the way a volcano vents

its frustration

as if to end the heated anger

          and begin again

I was a stunted sunflower

unaligned in this situation

hanging horizontal, hoping

to catch what was left

of the setting sun

and october pressed against me

         like salted clay

copper melted to forge 

those long forgotten rivers

as I finger-sieved foothills

destroyed in the crumble

hands troweled through

a month of midnights

to seed an uneven wind

          with birthroot and 

           backbone

while I pried apart the shadows

nailed to fence-posts

ages buried beneath crabgrass

          and sage

I waded deep hours

with no gravity

waited

for winterlong breaths

to purify the air

to baptize me in snowmelt

and regrow my mountains