— Jarrell
In another
story, I don’t
set anything
up. A field
appears
over a wall,
expands. A cow,
of course. More
cows grazing.
Pastoral comes
to mind. A stage.
Maybe uncertainty
is the principle behind
myopia. How can
you not love
the eye? Demise
inside a mug because
we are indoors.
Ants drowned and
there’s no more milk.
Let’s go back
(to the meadow
and watch how
this turns) out.
That side where
almost everything’s
green. A problem
of focus: past or
pass. Shift since
evening assembled
and even though
the view’s now
askew, balance is
timed. Study
that recent cut
on your finger,
with no lighting.
What you
will see
is not the knife
gash blood
nor whatever
else led to
this line.
Mind pain
and perhaps
gain empathy
and other
words that graze
vocabulary,
on the one
hand. Feel pain
is, on the other,
exact. So long
as you don’t plan
it, misplace it,
it is there.
There.
