~~ & thus you entered

a forest of solitudes

where in this great

sense your life had

been pursued, till like

a shadow breaking off

a rising body, a

need hovered & grew.

Some lined feature of

another fate strives to

be met, sits low

& upright. Those qualities

which had been energy

or grace past pain

wove from the nerves

a nest or instinct.

Your calms are interesting.

Write to us during

this terrible government. A

universe coughs blue &

draws a twiceness from

the mitred now, while

your garden hand spells

the inexhaustible forms~~

–Read at St. Lydia’s on Sunday, June 8 and Monday June 9, 2013