Thursday, December 9, 2010


This time was going to be New
with a capital N: the peak
and payout of what we have been
through, that beautiful
carved bearer of weight
on which the necessary but no less
plain majority of sanded stone
tons depend, to reach the ceiling:

the time I have crawled up
a decade of base foot and bent ugly
leg and long trunk to get to,
thinking, as I hung from the collarbone,
swinging my free arm
up it would be there, surely.