I Dream of Passages I’m Not Aware Of

I Dream of Passages I’m Not Aware of

This praiseworthy world, Big Nature, keeps turning

without our praise.    So what’s a word to do?

—Jack Mueller

So much to

slip into if given the chance,

for instance the long rim that limns yes

and a greater yes, the boundary

between night and carbon blue dawn,

the fold between now and now.

Somewhere

there’s a crack and let’s find it

and learn what words are raveling there,

mondegreens and murmurings,

let’s erase the ink of our names

and see just how many shades

we might discover between white and black—

all of them labeled gray. This is how I say

I love you and mean I love you in thousands of ways:

lemon scent on the neck, rain of rose petals,

words that slip somewhere between now and dawn.

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