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Of the Moment that Begins Duration
Of What It Enacts

 

Of the Moment that Begins Duration

                           sky a gray-white / arid thing

above tree-top's filigree rising
dark elastic storm-cloud
of starlings
                           trees
                           take root in
nest nestled in the crook of an arm
fluttering heart's fist in the palm's 
hollow
                          we drink and we drink
                          we drink down to gall
trees darken and disappear
(the nest carries darkness within it)
ah, that this too was of our
failing
                lamp light in the window wanders
into the evening like a pewter
plated moon 
                           balancing branches

 

 

Of What It Enacts

A man stands hands held out
Who listens? Is the act of his 
            listening a stance a
            posture
What is it that one does when one postures? Position
            held
            just so arms
            apart palms turned out-
            ward

                         head to one side and
            tilted as though
            listening
What is it that one does when one listens? A tree falls
            in a forest the moon's
            skein shaken un-
            loosens a 
            keening
                            a river riving
                                     the body's vast
                                      repertoire
                                      of song
                                                    shimmersshimmersshimmers
SIGHT-THREADS SENSE-THREADS from
behind nightbile knitted
time
                 - Paul Celan

 

What is a tree? A hut in the heart
And what the forest? There
            where the tree is
            lost
Who listens? An impostor
Who cries the night to sleep? –