“Near that open, is not open, with all that can shut, does not”
What I have at all, even, I do not have at all,
what I love, and who,
is loved, begun
in this unclarified tide etching element-
where, then, what am I after?
Are you gone? that color
silver, and into a bread gifted
lovable earth, I happen,
it happens, I’ve fed a fully fed thing,
then every doing is loose, deed,
and not done,
one can add to it- only, the loss already in it.