A Poem
by Ned



for Denise Levertov 6/8/94

Sitting suspended
once again by accident -

Why here?

Why now?

- I pull your book

from my bag of tricks,

sit with you

as you open -

with words like

the compassionate kisses

of tiny crownbars -

my eyes.

 

Your sadness, anger,

faith and delight

stir the black embers

of print on page

to life:

permit, admire
respect, acknowledge
the flame

and remind me to burn

right here - right now

glow or flash,
inferno or smokey smudge

only combine - disperse -

burn.