I need some help selecting some lines of poetry. These will go on the gallery wall at 516 for the show “Wendover Landing.” The full text will be on a flock of birds by Christy Henst. I wrote this text for her when I was out in Wendover, Utah. I think of it as being a series of 1-line haiku.
So which ones go on the wall? Figure 3 or 4.
Writing on Salt
oddly purposive arrangement of stones water left behind
mirage can be mathematically predicted
who placed these beer bottles like Stonehenge?
I filled a baggie with salt
day after day the wind visited me like a busybody
an insufficiency of tears
the invisible left a glyph
time might not be moving the distance was so vast
the poem seemed like something that was outside of me
an alphabet has no numeric value
blue was an inadequate word in this field of illusion
metal outline of a man, target shot full of holes
the army built a city of salt and bombed it
I could never have believed anything this empty if I hadn’t slept here without dreams
mist rose from what once was sea as if it still was
Miriam's Well: Poetry, Land Art, and Beyond 
i likethese:
an insufficient….
time might not….
the poem seemed like…..
blue an inadequate….
My faves: the invisible left a glyph
the army built a cit of salt and bombed it
I could never have believed anything this empty…..
Lovely lines. Let us know when the show is up!!
Mist rose…
Day after day…
Beautiful.
time might not be moving…. you give time a physical component.
My top four, with minor cuts, are:
the poem seemed like something outside of me
blue was an inadequate word
the invisible left a glyph
an insufficiency of tears
diana
day after day the wind visited me like a busybody
mist rose from what once was sea as if it still was
an insufficiency of tears
Miriam–my favorites are these four:
1. Wind visited like a busybody
2. Insufficiency of tears
3. …slept here without dreams (second last one)
4. Mist rose from the sea…..(last one)
Love these!
Terry
so many good lines! three delicious ones – evocative – then too i am swept away by the empty line and the wind visits
time might not be moving the distance was so vast
blue was an inadequate word in this field of illusion
mist rose from what once was sea as if it still was
I could never have believed anything this empty if I hadn’t slept here without dreams
and
day after day the wind visited me like a busybody
beer bottles like stonehenge
&
baggie with salt.
For some reason, I have loved every salt reference you’ve ever made.