Six Poems
Now
As I grow older, more sodden, and wedded by time
to the earth,
I spend so much more of it dreaming
of spreading out these arms
and letting all the nothing I’ve lived through lift away
the nothing I’ve spent my breath becoming.
As I grow older, more sodden, and wedded by time
to the earth,
I spend so much more of it dreaming
of spreading out these arms
and letting all the nothing I’ve lived through lift away
the nothing I’ve spent my breath becoming.