Poetry 2023, First Prize, John Detroit

Stops in a Winged Bracket
(After visiting Borno)


Like a camel of solace I arrive in this city
to find that space is the beginning of everything here...

There are more grasses than people
and a person found is a treasure sought,

At nights grasses come alive
and a moving grass is not the wind in question,

To be here is to always observe the shadow
and absence requires flight..

In this city a person found is a treasure sought,
and space, is the beginning of everything...