hammer
your ‘yes’s from
out the rock of ‘wait, what?’
with the diamond-plated bevel
of ‘no’
hammer
your ‘yes’s from
out the rock of ‘wait, what?’
with the diamond-plated bevel
of ‘no’
circles
– shy but will touch –
concentric tsunamis
smooth crashes and in his center
the leaf
your son
the minotaur
sitting in his puzzle
knows every special corner is
for him
wither
with her and so
whither will i take her
whether weather will or won’t i
want her
Insect
Lands on water
And a leaf lands on time –
How can the leaf be late? Hurry,
Insect
follow
blue caravans
past pale wastes and bleached bones
to the spring in the center of
the sand
who wove
that sick white thread
through my nighttime carpet
and flipped the tao? who dared – which of
you chalks?
on point,
feeling centered,
en pointe, and on center,
at the center of intention:
the point
dark out
we go hunting
for contradictions like
morels, lifting the wet bark, but
just roots