Articulation
1
With whom
do you leave yourself
during reveries?
The one making coffee
or doing the driving—
that is the real
person in your life.
Now that one is gone
or has tagged along with you
like a small child
behind Mother.
“No!” you explain
in the crowded aisle.
“Without articulation
there’s no sense of place.”
2
When I dreamed about flying,
it was as a skill
I needed to regain.
I’d make practice runs
and float high
over the page. Pleasure
was a confirmation.
I remembered the way
and I was right!
Still,
one should be patient
with the present
as if with a child.
To follow its prattle—
glitter on water—
indulgently
is only polite.
