The Way

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”

Rae Armantrout, “The Way” from Veil: New and Selected Poems © 2001 by Rae Armantrout and reprinted by permission of Wesleyan University Press. www.wesleyan.edu/wespress
Source: Veil: New and Selected Poems (Wesleyan University Press, 2001)
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