to trace ice on glass (touching my husband's body)

to trace ice on glass

while outside the world shifts

i am neither brave nor depraved

i am the victim of this journey

entranced

joyfully   painfully   joyfully 

entranced

scenes of grave consequence, v

in the dim daylight of the snow the world dissolved into whiteness, the electric poles, the trees, the farms, even the road before us and i knew this was honest, but at night outside the windows everything dissolved completely into darkness.  this new kind of dissolve moved from outside the windows into our very bodies, a kind of pixelating, so uncannily close to the self we could no longer see the self.  in this world we could no longer believe we knew who we were anymore.  and so as the car hummed, not along the edges of our bodies which we could no longer discern, but as it hummed instead through them, we recognized this most blessed state.  from this new vantage point, no longer limited, we might understand the anything never considered before.

scenes of grave consequence, iv

scenes of grave consequence, iii

scenes of grave consequence, ii

scenes of grave consequence, i

drifting snow, saudade's susurration

yesterday's snow
perfectly windblown to the height of its arc
sundering field from road
                                     with voluptuous protrusion


as woman's thigh, warm and persuasive,  hangs to her personage
as vowel sculpts consonant and begs of sound meaning


                                     and tomorrow, rain.

the world fulfills itself

"Landscape's a lever of transcendence-

Who among us will step forward?"

(from Charles Wright's "Apologia Pro Vita Sua", Black Zodiac)