The mute years are dunes
of unwritten words
that shift with the winds,
memories evanescent as mirages.
I wish I had driven poems
like stakes into the ground
to anchor time.
The mute years are dunes
of unwritten words
that shift with the winds,
memories evanescent as mirages.
I wish I had driven poems
like stakes into the ground
to anchor time.

Agnes Vojta grew up in Germany and now lives in Rolla, Missouri where she teaches physics at Missouri S&T and hikes the Ozarks. She is the author of Porous Land, The Eden of Perhaps, and A Coracle for Dreams (Spartan Press), and her fourth collection Love Song to Gravity has come out from Stubborn Mule Press in 2025. Her poems have appeared in a variety of magazines; you can read some of them on her website agnesvojta.com.
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I like that the first stanza is fluid and how the sharpness of the second contrasts it.