Stood as it did,
your life as a human against the backdrop of a factory or a family.
Gone as usual,
left by the crowd, to be a word one day read on the wall of an infirmary.
Made, or formed,
a figurehead on a ship laps like a dog the waters of its own inquiry.
On unknown ground near a swelling lake, you discard an idea of yourself as what you use to believe, and then watch as ghosts wager near a fire for your well trod past…each wanting to be better than a transparency.
Late, though hurried, a letter
arrives which glows with the radiant smile of someones else’s profusion.
Soft, like tissue near a heartbeat,
you prepare to absorb this difference which you have already made.
Knotted, or bunched,
parts of you then untie themselves, becoming ready for a great unraveling.