Poem by R.M. Dolin, May 16, 2025
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Everything I needed to know
was foretold in the flatline
fatigue of your smile.
Still the same,
a resolute heart is allowed
to hear the background beat
of darkening thunder masquerade
as melodic melodies.
Wind still brings me
whispers of your softness,
touching me with laminated layers
of beauty like a radiant
mountain flower
daring to bloom above
a barren tree-line.
When I forget to forget,
I still feel your warmth
soothe my anxious soul,
clear my mind,
and gently reset
my compass.
I have not yet found
whatever the hell it is
I wander for,
but still I keep to my quest
for the glory of amour,
and that has to count
for something.
Background poem for the R.M. Doin novel, “An Unstainable Life.” Darwin left behind journals to guide his ne’er-do-well nephew through surviving a self-sustaining life in the New Mexico wilderness. In random poems and idioms scattered throughout the journals, Issacs discovers his uncle in layers of increasing complexity; he’s not yet ready to understand what Darwin’s about, but perhaps by the end of his journey he will. . . .
