who goes with me
whoever I am
born with a beard
like a red bush
thick as gossip
and a smile
like fire on Christmas
The little boy with hemophilia
speaks in a whisper, they said.
The female traffic cop was too attractive.
People kept stopping to ask directions, I said.
While you were picking berries behind the house,
a bear walked down the driveway, they said.
A tanager, an oriole & a goldfinch, all males,
in a single tree at dusk: three flames, I said.
In Newfoundland’s only remaining ancient forest,
the trees are six inches tall, they said.
We stopped on the way home from D.C.
to read a historical marker for the Shadow of Death, I said.
my wife got me a stick
for pain
for keeping the light
from one’s eyes
for £100
but I cannot tell
how to use it
I put on my shoes
and must not fear
another audit
is a clear bell
it is an adventure
to play ourselves
night messenger
with boots all dirty
and aches fit for service
surveyor of the sea
that we desire more
than the king’s own spring
must be a fly
must be a mind
must be present
white-out
in the park
the snow is here
to lick and play
an instrument I have
so longed for
my whore of a mind
never had more company in books
an evening in bed with it
is one of full content
where an island is
things fire up
jade and bold
laughing with us
at us
for my sins I ate
only a little salt
this first hard frost
is a cold supper
all the morning people
busy and mad
and I content
with being dead
with clean nails
making a bit of meat
in the kitchen
all alone
I set down my days
perfect from nature
and got my first
red likes
how the king is made
a child cannot believe
it is impossible
that ambition
to master all things
but have nothing to do
in matters of the state
of play
the sand we stand on
finds infinite fault with it
and I resolve to be the world