From The Heart Weighs In, a Revolt
I am the grass of the wind alley,
the tepid stream of bird song, the glint
of reasonable doubt, the threat of
the last hour, the smile of the still falcon
the quandary of mourned daylit webs.
I am sun auburn-flecked shells
I am childhood and old age, I am a rooster
In a pen of hens, I am the capital call,
the wet rain, the fierce minute,
the catbird’s berry, I am detail and range,
I am laughter without a body, I am the snapdragon’s
disappointment, I am the green ends,
your final call, whisking through pages,
I am the assured pain, the captain of quandary,
I am the cascade of decision, I am quicksand,
I am the riptide, the swallows at dusk, I am
the wrong, the right answer, terror of light,
the dust mote, I am the interstices of words, I am
the fifth lap, the eleventh second,
the rain between clouds, I am cobalt,
the hair of wisdom, the essential universe,
I am your friend.
