The Descent

The descent has deepened
the interior lengthened

designated ending


pulled down inside and then
shot up again

to see east via the plateglass
a moon a monsoon an ashram

I used time almost wantonly
in that bald but sensual sky

to give me gusts
and more measurement

not to snap the stars shut
but Joseph said
you really ought

to tender how you sail by eye
your soul is just a length of baby

Fanny Howe, "The Descent" from Gone. Copyright © 2003 by Fanny Howe.  Reprinted by permission of University of California Press.
Source: Gone (University of California Press, 2003)
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