We Arrive from Other Writings
Let us come to other faces, reasonably. Let us be a box of three. Let us be astonished by the difficulty. Plaid or puzzle, Separately. Simply. In cautious movements. Seeing a bell, a teacup: a violent languor in recognition. If I say cloud I really mean something like organ. Or carafe. Carapace. Caprice. More than this A kind of vague yellow, a likeness Between meadows. In rooms there is A center, a serenity of small bridges After battle, at certain hours Of inattention, when blue is an equipoise Of sky and river. Frame, urban Extract, syntax: an alleviation of pattern From the noise of ubiquity. The word, without. The word around, only. Traveling In grains, like clouds of locusts. An interruption Pioneering through minutes advertised as Now. The eye is an organ, a camera. Mounted Like a fish on spider legs. On closed-circuit television, All these things oblige like a tablecloth Or a turntable playing cake. The world assembled in a garden of folders. Music for elephants. Confessions. Separated By interglacial events. Did I say church? I meant to say the opposite, weightless, from my tether Above the Earth.