SEARCH PARTY, CALLED OFF
In the either of ether or ice
he became not himself but his body.
He froze or he fell—in the never
of knowing, we pitch our tents.
We dwell in the hinge of weather
and whether. In each tent hangs
his photograph, its own kind of ice.
Beneath it we sleep, or try to
while he lies in the ever of winter
and vertigo. We dream the between
of his fingers twined on a breath-
emptied chest in the plain pine casket
we don’t have—the only of winterkill.
Winnowed, we are—the wind
in widdershins spin; the clock hiding
its souvenirs in a blue wound.
Jessica Goodfellow’s manuscript The Insomniac’s Weather Report, winner of the Three Candles Press First Book Prize, is available in a new edition from Isobar Press (2014). Mayapple Press will publish Mendeleev’s Mandala in 2015. Her work has appeared in the anthology Best New Poets 2006, as well as on Verse Daily and The Writer’s Almanac. A recipient of the Chad Walsh Poetry Prize from the Beloit Poetry Journal, she lives in Japan.