“Who wants to reach
inside the marvelous?”
~ Tung-hui Hu
I begin with what I have
and go on toward all I’ve ever
wanted. How beautiful the film
of moisture on the grass, not yet
taken by the heat. Once, a man
in a great coat stood on that
street corner, raised both
his arms, and solemnly twirled
without stopping. Here at the end
of the fence, the metal newel has two
indentations that give it the familiarity
of a face. How still the river is at midday—
as if all the wet, bright spirits
have decided to lie down for a nap.