Fisherman
“These men…trying to slip in/and pass/for the natural world”
Jorie Graham
You tell me
about making flies
those tiny pretenders,
specific to the season
& region & species so
here might be a caddis
and there a midge, whatever…
“These men…trying to slip in/and pass/for the natural world”
Jorie Graham
You tell me
about making flies
those tiny pretenders,
specific to the season
& region & species so
here might be a caddis
and there a midge, whatever…
In the bird-machine morning
where I found myself beside you,
most fears fallen still and the soft
sleep of your skin beneath my hands,
we were so alive then, despite
all the jackhammering on buildings
that will never be complete …
Even in memory it clicks like a key in me,
a tulip opening a river.
I am tired of my body being romanced in Donne.
But yours, how rare for it to be beautiful.
There is Sharon Olds’ snail and …