October 9, 2018 § Leave a comment
Notes on an accounting of light*
Billy composed a soft inventory,
a calculation of abundance: the way
it appears somehow on every page
yet is still not exhausted. Morning
in my 400 square feet it races
your pulse, raises your property taxes,
balances between cloud and rock, bright
ephemera of winter’s incremental shock.
South and west are skyline, water, Lions
Gate revealed by deciduous sleeping–
birch skeletons illuminated in daytime.
Another factor in this collection’s
assessment, this Library overflow, unending
bibliography–just keep counting.
*from Jennifer Zilm’s The Missing Field (Guernica Editions, 2018)