“A ‘yes’ can come from the silence of being as nothing.” William Desmond G&B 136.
A day so still so bright / only the shadows of trees
show the water’s wrinkles / with what inhuman ease
the tide goes out / a contrail’s vast worm
stretches across the pond / the gist of inner form
revealed in these happenings / glints now from an empty
Canada Dry on the rocks / to the other boundary