10 August 2016

2775


















2775
The pause of being choiceless
Is like birth;
In a place unasked, unknowing,
In your paper gown,
But now
All you see has lost its name;
The voice of a person on the phone,
The sunlit day outside.

07 July 2016

2757


















2757 (toa)
In the museum of transcribed distances
In the wing of a moment's essential meter,
Is a star a Calder red metallic
In Hudson fields of green and blue;
Less small in such a spaciousness
In a blade of grass is a field of you.