← v10n2, Fall 2011Poetry · Volume 10, Number 2
Matins
I am as a nerve inside a gland.
I understand. Though I am fashioned
as I am, I am a perch for the eternal
and a purse for what it lends.
I understand.
Though flakes of fire
overwhelm the fallen snow, though ice
caps melt, though oceans freeze or overflow,
somehow I am sturdier, more sure.
