843

842

841
If prose were possibilty
The words might trickle Up
To topple at one thought or two
And fill a smallish cup.
A simple vessel would suffice
To hold a liquor odd--
Of sunlight or eternity,
For toiler and a god.
Intoxication with what is
Unseen by daily eye
Is possible's distillation--
Sensibility to descry.

840

839

838

837

836
There's more time than life
In stone or expectation;
See the moon and not its sailing--
The stars will turn without you.

835
Metacarpus, epidermis,
Advises all matters five dollars,
And such untrialed whorls--
By practice forepractice told,
By pattern, pattern made--
Let saints and lawyers prate
Upon a parchmented hand;
What's found is undiscovered.

834

833

832

831

830

829

828

827
Fixed by the sun your eye
'Gulfed me in your proxy self--
Brow of sky and sea-winged
Limb horizon-met--
Wide this swerve of beachy hip,
Small your citrus-fronded lip.

826
Of no more moment
Than a sparrow's wintry hunger,
Or the cessation of breath:
A walk in season--
To cloak an hour's circumference
With air,
To careless brush the mote of years
Crystaled, from its waitless cuff.

825

824

823

822

821

820

819

818

817
The thread gentian pressed
In tissue is a paler blue
Than meadowed partner dressed
In nature's graceful hue--
Mind, that spectrum's but a mirror,
And all nature's truth contingent--
Tho seeming at the core--
An interpretation's regnant:
Each under each, perceived,
Perceiving--unasked--receiving.

816

815

814
Cinquefoil sea
Meadow taking me--
Sun-summoned, moon
Saved,
Five-fingered petal-waved
Conjugate ocean--
In two, one motion.

813
The ocean's sea is an island
Whose unsubstanced consequential edge
Bends with the remover
To remove.
No pebbled shore marks these hours and weeks,
But the self-same brine's unpurposed scend
Unstills the still beholder's eye.

812
The starch sea
Lines in hazard that
Hitch mid-stroke--
Away calls to
Epaulet
In coins
Of fountains clipped, sprays
Of jet in manifold desire:
Home caress in duty's
Covert transfer, gems
Of paste as warm.

811

810

809

808

807

806

805
To perspective multipedes
Of onlyness,
Is city sky--
To wides of stone and narrows roofed--
And lens-- all eyes in one encapsuled.

804
Sensing thought in shadows of leaves
Was my self-conversion--
To read the semaphore
Of green conversation,
A natural dispensation.
Now is my proximal fellow
Both ocean creation
And sky-wrought simplification.

803

802
Necessary at a remove--
Compulsion's intention--
To keep ajar the sealed valve
Of doors.
Letters to oneself
Unwritten, lodged--there--
In a gesture,
A rotation of a hand
To recall the grasp to its devising.

801

800

799

798
I saw a bird fly in the night--
It seemed that she could see
The nature of a path that was
Invisible to me.
Instead of dark impediment
But feeding inner cast--
A sustenance interior
Made future what was past.
Vermillion was created twice,
The second at her cost--
Avian--assumed--submitted--
A shell of love unglossed.

797

796
A loom of storm the muse,
Voiceless to change the air--
Without electric conviction's
False strike and instant shadow--
As Io by Saturn skyed--
Await calamity.

795