Taylor Graham, "Talavera"

 

TALAVERA

          after the quake

 

As if spilled milk glazed over native sands

hard-fired but not unbreakable—

 

my dog padding over porcelain no longer 

ornamental, fragments of

 

tiles delicate blue on white, sky painted on 

cloud, the world topsy-turvy 

 

with shattered walls. Rhythmic breathing 

of my dog inhaling scent 

 

that rises through cracks from tiny cells 

of space, how far

 

beneath—what had been corridor and room— 

bronchioli, alveoli— 

 

compressed effectively as if a giant stepped 

across this portion of 

 

city, fragments of lintel rebar bone. 

But look. Someone 

 

has set aside one blue and white tile 

unbroken—as if 

 

to neaten, no, as token of a chance to raise 

one living from the dead.

 

 

Taylor Graham is a volunteer search-and-rescue dog handler in the Sierra Nevada. She’s included in the anthologies Villanelles (Everyman’s Library, 2012) and California Poetry: From the Gold Rush to the Present (Santa Clara University, 2004). Her book The Downstairs Dance Floor was awarded the Robert Phillips Poetry Chapbook Prize. Her latest book is What the Wind Says (Lummox Press, 2013), poems about living and working with her canine search partners over the past 40 years.