I was at the vanishing point when I met you No more space between the rails no more hiding among the driftwood ties I’d gone too far, I’d paid the pipers far too much I’ve been at the crossroads hat in hand and left without a trace. I felt the dry mouth of shriveled yesterdays Can you tell the shoreline from the shore? Can you feel the cut cracks in the sidewalk? Can you taste the iron in the bloody aftermath? And there you were offering a temporary stay I held my hand out opened I let my heart eat the insubstantial nectar, yes! I clamor back like a ravished cactus Covered at last with night blossoms Living inch by borrowed inch Witch Hazel, South of the Metropolitan Museum of Art
