← v10n2, Fall 2011
Poetry · 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.