Portfolio : Loose

The Cartography of Knowing

I was only the land because I liked the predictable stillness

Pushed into deeper holding

I know your fences are pools passing through meaning

torn from the making of knowing’s vista

my possible bending retreated with what was taken yet unused

Holding even what was absent in stillness and topography’s remainder

There’s No Place Without Foam

Scoring a chorus in the crests that could not be owned

Bent around the making of land’s new use