Poem With No Title


To live

beneath the tongue,

not tasting of the things

I make my meanings of.

Instead, to sense

the ground below my feet,

the north wind on my neck, the

winter death of grass,

the piercing light of stars, the

weight of moving water,

the huffing breath of dogs,

the woman’s touch on skin, and

how the night

cradles everything in close

to soothe the ways of words

to sleep.


4 thoughts on “Poem With No Title

  1. I have adored you since I met you in Chataqua last year.
    Your words are binding and you reflect thoughts that are already in my heart. I crave to live the way you do and my goal for 2017 is to be buoyed by more truth tellers and soothsayers like you.

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