“I can freely tie myself up without rope.
This talent is in the realm of the antimagic
and many people have it. On a dawn
walk despite the creek, birds and forest
I have to get through the used part,
the murky fluid of rehearsals
and resentments, but then they drain away
and I am finally where I already am,
smack-dab in the middle of each step,
the air you taste, the evening
primrose that startled by my visit
doesn’t turn away. When I read
the ancient manuscripts of the earth
many of the lines are missing
that I’m expected to complete.
I’m the earth, too, sharing this song
of blood and bone with the whale,
monkey and house cat. At eye level
with toad our eyes share the passage
of this ghost ship we boarded at birth.”
From the book, “Saving Daylight,” published by Copper Canyon Press.