Friday, September 5, 2014

In the Trance

A pretty anarchist said to me

It's not that great love happens

What happened became your great love

Her echo had an ancient glow & so

proved buoyant for my little craft
I left the world & felt a world
The bee loading its gloves with powder

The albatross wanting one thing from the sea
Nothing can wreck our boat said she
& when the water felt the glacier
The future held a present tense
The present held a future without cease

Brenda Hillman

From Practical Water, 2009