place the joy
March 8, 2011as if to begin were to leave off & nothing leaves off (death sometimes a strange & bitter
fruit sometimes a ribbon unraveled) wind scours bone (the first sign green & a moon
blind white) or the sound of stretching space a buzzing center of approximate gain (holes
scouring time) & if to begin the day knitting new holes from blooms as surprised at
the yearning as of the gone of what drops inside having always already having been
knotting & unknotting a loom a not so secret return or pull into the mouth of any sudden
god a name of a forgotten spring & begin the long turning the first girl saying yes to
the sun red window & the walls breathe their ripening songs a newly nested world &
no one needs instructions on where to place the joy
© 2011 Richard Lance Williams March 7 place the joy
Ecology Fund
Save the Rain Forest
The Hunger Site