Leap Years

A music

does me walking glee.

Memory does me

whether or not purpose

says I’m savable:

the idle rescue-tinkles

from bells of origin.

I heard that rainbow

in the myths repeat, and felt

ungainly & conceiting

where I kept light despite

broad vague darkness

sharpening the needful

shadows on my eyes,

my yes despairing

despite no there there—

I entered. I enter

everyday & chaos of approximal

minutiae get swept lexical

to plans plans

only dream about.

Sip of universe, why not

have funnels focused

echoes recognized.

Shofar, once

the cornucopic foghorn

of a conch releasing

its pink fist

of oceanic chew—

remember how

I put my anther finger out

at school—tried to read

the lumpy mountain Braille

of globe, and didn’t yet know

my wonder was a counter-

weight upon the earth,

obeisant to the moon.

Alec Hershman (he/him) is the queer author of For a Second, In the Dark (MWC Press, 2023), Permanent and Wonderful Storage (Seven Kitchens, 2019) and The Egg Goes Under (Seven Kitchens, 2017). He has received awards from The Virginia Center for the Creative Arts, The St. Louis Regional Arts Counsel, The Jentel Foundation, and The Institute for Sustainable Living, Art, and Natural Design. You can find link to his work online at alechershmanpoetry.com. He lives in Michigan.