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Nature is what We Know –

Yet have no Art to say –

So impotent Our Wisdom is

To Her Sincerity –

                                Emily Dickinson

I’ll get to thinking in the morning

and it’s just clatter, like a small screw going

loose but not too, and the machine is held

and holding on but just.  And I know if I’m going

to be any good, if good is a word I can call

the frictioned grease I am, I need to shut something

down, I need to drop something and turn

my back after I’ve given a little twist

to what’s coming undone, even knowing

it’s stripped even knowing nothing’s going

to last with it, that eventually it will come to

falling down and even salvage even grief

wouldn’t be worth the rest that comes from

abandoning it to its own.

What?  What say?  Plain then be plain for God’s

sake.  And I’ll say, I’ll say: the rain

is falling off the roof today except it’s not

rain it is instead it is what’s coming to soft

how the warm palm of the weather is resting

against it and bringing a calm bringing

a relief in some way bringing simply by it

being and falling drop drop falling like morning

thoughts so cold so long going froze

and now letting go letting to

the edge letting there’s little choice now

or none, go.