Somewhere between the
three dots that form the arrow,
where the red earth pigments
next to the
iron oxide
somewhere between the
wheat and the whittle,
lies the rind with the bark
still inside.
Somewhere between the
river and the saltation,
where the pulp
is carried upward
towards the sky
lies your spine
in the shape of a crescent,
a half-moon drawn
in a soft curved line.