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?
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.
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.