Poetry

sometimes an act of will creeps in / somewhere in a small hole that / cannot be seen or felt as if it had / been there all along but is now just / below the surface where say a crater / might have been a hundred thousand / years ago & now the size only a child / might see its body may not have / been caused by some thing of / consequence & yet maybe has been / caused by something of so much / consequence she willed to forget it

Knowing as light or / spray cause or effect / as maker of grace / outside the realm of / insight thought specu- / lation knows its own / preference preferring / glimpse of / the heart

She could tell / before birth / or after the crest / her finger tip / in death is more / than simply dying / dismemberment / of self or / limbs or soul / remember the crescent / shape of yellow / like a plated reference / to her mind

I remember the summer of twelve years old when / My mother took me to a Navy base exchange / To buy a chocolate malt, and as I sat at our table / I sensed a circle of white enclose the bloom, / A sensation strangely different from rolling down / The hill with my childhood sweetheart.