1014

1013

1012

Was absence once

An unexpected hour--

What detachments compose

A landscape, a view--

The cicada ghost of sound

Rising, dying,

Her voice the empty pause.

1011

1010

1009

1008

To share this frame's improbable

With a start-eyed bird,

Who'd language me upon sleeping

If there was a word.

What identifying symbol

Fills interpretation's need?

Assessment in its glance

Sized me with better speed.

A slightness in its person

Held all of my estate,

Synchronicity's but an emblem

Of our partnership in fate.

1007

1006

1005

1004

1003
Being in it with wind on face
Felt like mortality--
Wind slipped by fellow sea;

Brief impediment I stood,
Sand shod,
In garment snapped pennants of boundary,
Encroached upon desolation--
And a salt eye
In turn encroached
By this border's harbinger of an echo
Of a state forgot.

1002

1001

1000

A walk into morning

Seems names for motion and slant time

On skin and eye and thought,

Yet too, itself unwitnessed--

Unwitnessed to itself.

Interloped and partnered

You shadow of a grassy blade,

Now blade and shadow incorporate,

Impertinent to parsing thought.

999

998

997

996
From an asterism in the heart
Crossed by compass
As coined patterns,
Or tossed stars by hazard lined,
Is goddess or hero by determination made
And explication of nothing crafted;
If nature make a circle round
Sensation's children's liberty's unsound.

995

994

993

992

991

990

989

988

987

986

Tired of London

And the simulacrum of days

Once breathed.

Small things a largness makes

Consonant with the sum--

In one touch all love;

In a multitude the prisoned self.

985

984

983