Dylan, Montana

by Mike Smith

for Michelle

Ankle-deep, squatting

among the darting minnows, having
caught herself again focused
on her reflected nose and hand-me-down chin,
she notices nothing, so lets herself
wonder (she swore she wouldn’t) how long
she must stay this way before she is
transformed. And what would she become—
a root that grips the bank, or a sliver
of the rocks her brothers never tire
of skipping across the water?
                                                             Then
another thought enters. Maybe, unnoticed
as she is, she might become something
altogether different than roots and rock,
something buried, forgotten, or better,
buried so as never to be known,

a thing unnamed, something,
at last, unnamable.


Mike Smith has published four collections of poetry. His translation of the first part of Goethe’s Faust was published by Shearsman Books in 2012, and he is co-editor of the anthology, Contemporary Chinese Short-Short Stories: A Parallel Text, published by Columbia University Press. Together with software engineer Brandon Nelson, Mike created and curated The Zombie Poetry Project from 2017-2019. His memoir, And There Was Evening and There Was Morning, documents the strange set of coincidences between his first wife’s illness and death and his stepdaughter’s similar battle the year his second marriage began. https://mikesmithmultiverse.wordpress.com/