A poem on the unknown

May 1, 2016


These margins of error are

emerald green and flattened from

frequent padding, but don’t mar


the passage enclosed, instead form

eyelines and sleeping spaces,

climb a ladder and rock in warm


rail motion. Far distant places

roll just outside the right just-

ification. A footnote raises


my head above shifting dust

like a full feather pillow

above white sheets. They say we must


sleep, so sleep soundly! follow

waves and clear bell rings

in between the lines, fields fallow


and dark, new buds pushed up fingers

around pencils, rubbed out erasure,

dream and wake to see what the sun brings.

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