Meditative
sitting makes me an anchor
alone in a desert
open to a joy beyond myself
that I see as water
and me with my captain
settled in port
Poems on the topic: water
Poems on the topic “water” on Poets.by.
Covert
who to trust or listen to
where to consult
prisoners whisper publicly
like water in the night
Foretold
my last days
shall be underground
trees covered with earth
branches of black water
in my pocket
sand
and sudden hands
over every mouth
Oaths
water of many places
these words come with arms
and damn us to remember
but not to be faithful
Claiming the Body
Body
of work
you make my heart race
body of evidence
weighed
wanting
body of knowledge
errata
body of the report
here comes
the red pen
governing body
hold me
body of water
hold me
up
Party of two
wind off the water
my daughter and my wife dance
when I am away
Self-sacrifice
do not die
for others but dance
without any shame
only the grace
to surrender
like ink in water
Terra firma
home from the water
the children make me a present
of a stick
Love craft
I made a stick sweetheart
but unwilling to keep her
I sent her away
to the cranes in the fields
but I did make her think
of making herself happy
with her strange fellow cranes
in the dirt and the marl
ingenious treasurers
of time and folly
where one is free
there is great plenty
I want her still
took her a glass of pure water
and hewed her
a thin ice bed
R.E.M.
I sleep like a boat
touching the fish
without any thought going
through the dark water
Imago
I saw a book
in the water
a wing
the ground took to eat
This You Must Know
The surface tension of water, & how to use it
for nearly effortless walking.
Light without heat: what every glowworm knows.
What it means to be larval,
to have complicated mouthparts
& the sprout-tips of wings.
The secrets of chitin, which imposes limits to growth
through an architect’s dream of fully inhabitable space.
Why snow fleas persist in seeking their fortunes
on the skin of such a cold, white host.
What the inchworm really measures
with its green prostrations.
What this is that we are told
the meek
shall inherit.
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