Half-awake at five a.m.
A line, then a poem forms.
But the mind, like the poem
Shifts, a play of metaphor
Between the thing
And the thing
Translated.
So, I can’t follow,
Or remember
Beyond a trace,
An outline:
Not enough to reconfigure,
To replace, the ineffable
With the shape of words.
(March 2011)
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