Skinwalker

There are places where the world

grows thin, paradigms gather in puddles

in the box canyons that pour forth

from the Uintas where the

skinwalkers once did

their dance with a

thump in the

dust;

oh

I think we

will all end up

there where the cattle

disappear where the air

gets weird where the lights

descend from the sky like the walkers

we will all one day shed our skin.

 

Reviews

[Brett Moore]

I dig it. I'm not really sure where you're leading me in this poem but I like the setting and the words resonate.

[JR]

Skinwalker Ranch is a fairly famous paranormal site in Utah. I was trying to make the connection between that, and the idea that the world itself is a pretty thin place, and we all fall through the cracks from time to time.