← v7n2, Fall 2008
Poetry · Volume 7, Number 2

Unthinkable

I am age, I am later,

I’m wider scope, the blue note

in the barn, the sister of hope,

the broad-based axe of dream.

I am time-slotted for relief,

the torn-down home,

the bright angle confused

in the sun, the shirt of pink,

the fragranced wrist, the hub.

Genealogy of nights, the faded

ancient rug. The endless drone

of accumulation, the months

and years stacked up like dice,

like blocks. The going-on,

the going away, diminuendo.

Erosion then, the hanging-on.