& how you
comprehend the thing you are meant
to be looking
now & you are weighing something, you are out under the sky
trying to feel
-from Summer Solstice by Jorie Graham
disclaimer: I totally ruined the cool spacing in this poem because I have no patience for HTML and don’t know how to do CSS in WordPress, but you should check this book out, it is pretty unbelievable.
Look she said this is not the distance
we wanted to stay at–We wanted to get
close, very close. But what
is the way in again? And is it
too late? She could hear the actions
rushing past–but they are on
another track. And in the silence,
or whatever it is that follows,
there was still the buzzing: motes, spores
aftereffects and whatnot recalled the morning after.
Then the thickness you can’t get past called waiting.
Then you, whoever you are, peering down to see if it’s
Then just the look on things of being looked-at
Then just the look on things of being seen.
(Act III, SC. 2 by Jorie Graham)