Monday, November 15, 2004

in breath

wings, or something close to hand
word centre
because nothing closes the hand on
the fragile mountain

appreciate shallows if taken water, or

wind moves words
motivating the throat

torsion of trees, or

space covered freely in secret with
cold, shining
and sufficient resistance is form
always said more

without the care of changes, or

where this memory sings rifting
works easy
not to solve the light based here
that writes

1 comment:

mark young said...

a lovely poem, jill