Dead End
by Kristin Garth
You can begin in someone else’s dead
end disregarding the dark paths maybe
skeletons, bold font signage figureheads
dictate discouraging you from secret streets
with superlative views — a beach you reach
a half mile through grey-green moss covered trees,
the twenty minutes you spend alone, peace-
ful on your knees because you do not see
a root beneath your feet. It brings you low,
humbled you meet the swallow who lands in-
side of your palm, a twittering you know
is sacrosanct as psalm. You can begin
a journey in darkness you will transcend
in places defined as someone’s dead end.
About Kristin
Kristin Garth is a Pushcart, Best of the Net & Rhysling nominated sonnet stalker. Her sonnets have stalked journals like Glass, Yes, Five:2:One, Luna Luna and more. She is the author of thirteen books of poetry including Pink Plastic House (Maverick Duck Press), Candy Cigarette Womanchild Noir (The Hedgehog Poetry Press), the forthcoming Flutter: Southern Gothic Fever Dream (TwistiT Press), The Meadow (APEP Publications) and Shut Your Eyes, Succubi (Arkay Artists). Follow her on Twitter: (@lolaandjolie) and her website http://kristingarth.com