States of Poetry - Poems
'Line Up, Teeming' by Ben Walter | States of Poetry Tasmania - Series Two
by Ben Walter •
The old dust was left behind;
it hatched crystals,
snowflakes,
a multiverse
dining with itself
around a table.
Heart twigs beat
against the breath and
winding legs patrol
a speck of flesh;
red neurons fire
the sedge, slip below
the iris of lagoon.
Shuffle the pool,
there are diamonds;
numberless suits,
a face.
The dry has blinked.
The tear can’t miss.
Ben Walter
'Line Up, Teeming' first appeared in 'Poets and Painters: Celebrating the Big Punchbowl'.