CHAPTER 14 of THE ANEMONE SIDECAR - Ravenna Press

Introduction: As if They Were A Basket
As I am as were a born thing,
as near the mouse as wing
in such latitudes as thin the bones
and as the snowy owl or bee,
framed by the geometries
of beak, tooth, nail,
the fading call in hallways—
referential as a peach,
insistent as eclipse,
eccentric at the core—
and as camel, bird, bison, fish,
antelope, fox and mole,
crossing longitudes and roads
as safe as thistle,
companied by ghosts
and by the slyly misdirected
(how pavement burns them forward,
thirsty as a willow root
and bent,
longing not the same as moving)
cascading noiseless solitudes
of blithe array;
our skin sea-planked,
consistent with a long light,
drawn home foundering
in a strange comfort.
As they, as any, as I