The Pine Hut

(remembering Ruth Dallas)

1

founding a literature
           we think less
                      of founding fathers

than grandmothers
           mothers
                      older sisters

cradling the flame
           rather than
                      blowing it up and out

in isolation
           the bird at the window
                      flutters against the pane

where the sky
           is the same blue
                      as possibility

2

to make poetry
           easy as breathing
                      so the words disappear

and the blue bowl
           containing paper clips
                      on the table disappears

and its contents
           neatly folded wires
                      invisible as always

to their blind makers
           hang in the air like one
                      repeated pictogram

to make poetry
           easy as breathing
                      is that difficult