When You Think About It
2009 May 1
The language the day summons
steps inside us
and unfastens the curtains of memory
where everything lies down
in the grass and finds the sky
refracted and human:
pictures we see
more than clouds,
lives we inhabit
more than atmosphere
where reflected sunlight
from a nearby star
holds us down,
the weight of lingering grief
alive
in the jet stream,
words on the lips
of the dying
like unsheltered open wells
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