After the mountain passed I waited for it to happen again.

Something never seen before, so I planted myself there,
in the dirt, tilted my head and craned my neck so that my ear
could pick up the first seismic shift as the mountain wakes again and begins—

no. xx I’m stuck here on pause.

The mountain is still gone. There’s nothing xx but silence.


David Wojciechowski’s first book is Dreams I Never Told You & Letters I Never Sent (Gold Wake, 2017). Other poems can be found in Bateau, Jellyfish Poetry, Sporklet, and elsewhere. He can be found at and on Twitter @MrWojoRising.

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