The Way

By Rae Armantrout b. 1947 Rae Armantrout

Card in pew pocket

announces,

“I am here.”

I made only one statement

because of a bad winter.

Grease is the word; grease

is the way

I am feeling.

Real life emergencies or

flubbing behind the scenes.

As a child,

I was abandoned

in a story

made of trees.

Here’s the small

gasp

of this clearing

come “upon” “again”

Source: Veil: New and Selected Poems (Wesleyan University Press, 2001)