originally published in Pasque Petals
All is an ocean
Gusting currents
Ashen trees like
thermal vents
billowing sulfurous stuff.
Each thing its equal and
opposite
Each leaf its ripple
Each beat its
Retracing.
I drift amongst the ashen trees
I wonder at their awesome spires
like billowing vents
I feel their communion their
esprit de corps.
King Crimson
teach me to love all things
the sticky green leaves
I prostrate myself to receive
your communion.
I weep from the earth
my wicked usury
I am guilty before all things.
The canna blooms red
The current flows still
Submerged, I drink this bounty
Feudal underroots,
towing.
-Adam Schechter
Adam Schechter grew up in South Dakota and earned a Bachelor of Music degree in Viola Performance from Indiana University. He currently resides in Montreal, Quebec, where he is pursuing a Master of Music degree in Viola Performance at McGill University.