each rock a coarse love

collaboration with Melissa Wyman


I gather myself to go down,
to drop open my hands
the further I descend
the more I am walking uphill
Along the same path that
the living wheeled the dead
to the mountaintop
on rickety gurneys
Toward their preservation
toward their re-presentation
toward their Eternal Presence Illusion
I too, walk this path.
Sometimes I stop
to rake my fingers through the water
and let the rocks on the riverbed—each rock a coarse love
that together, hold the weight of
my rickety body,
dig into me,
and mark my feet with their sharp impressions
My feet receive attentively
holding these marks
before they disappear
into the next step

before me
the rising path, falling away
a destination unknowable
behind me
the water runs swiftly
washing all the illusions of now
that followed me here
-Michael Namkung

Incline Gallery, San Francisco

1 poem, 2 artists, 3 rock pedestals, 4 handmade rakes, 5 tons of gravel