THAT

Basic Form
Valerie Westmark
Once, I tried to write
a poem, or something
of the sort: word string, heart
string, or line, or cracked
syllables, really.
And I saw what came:
vulnerability to steeled bones,
a sheer break of fabric, a beginning
of tapestry, those rows of story;
history, lined out in breath,
in basic form: an attempt at hope.
46 THAT