September 15, 2015 by The Citron Review
by Jonathan Travelstead
He flits along the cliff’s severe angles
like a Lite-Brite salmon
channeling fiber optic cable,
or a house printer laying a course
of new brick. He one-eighties
a sandstone promontory, returns
to a rocky bald overlooking
the Mississippi river valley. I Am.
The cease word toggles
his wheels’ pale glow to sleep.
When the sun’s ruby diode
powers down he witnesses its discharge
beneath serpentine water.
Fire within an igloo dying
down to wet coals.
How the field floods with electrons.
Jonathan Travelstead served in the Air Force National Guard for six years as a firefighter and currently works as a full-time firefighter for the city of Murphysboro, IL. Having finished his MFA at Southern Illinois University of Carbondale, he now works on an old dirt-bike he hopes will one day get him to the salt flats of Bolivia. He has published work in The Iowa Review, on Poetrydaily.com, and has work forthcoming in The Crab Orchard Review, among others. His first collection How We Bury Our Dead by Cobalt/Thumbnail Press was released in March, 2015.