Poems by Travis Davis

First September in Tuolumne

by Travis Davis

From Canary Fall 2018

Travis lives with the windows open on a hillside above Deer Creek within the larger Yuba River watershed, where he likes looking at the stars and Milky Way above the tips of the conifers at night.

the estranged goddess arrives silently in your head when
you’re not trying to think about her
when you’re lost in your heavy breath
trying to scale backcountry stones
and your heart is heavy in the ecstasy
of being a heart
what a joy to be an animal
what a strange occasion to be flesh
what a day to sweat in the sun
as civilization burns along without you
I am saying when we leave our ego
we are cured
she is there
we are exonerated
and this is our only way
to ascend the sufferings