A night fire burning on a high, flat rock.
There is a coast and there are rocks on this coast.
Tending that fire
I trace my fractured readiness,
ill-prepared for abandon.
I want it to be steady and clear–two objects touching, leaving something with the other.
The sun fields some sparrows.
Courage requires of us a lessening.
I haven’t been raised to be disappointed.
How, then, to avoid wreckage?
You are here with me, but I haven’t a clue how to alert you.
So jumps, so falls, so kneels.
How else are we to behave?
I trace my fractured readiness
thinking words could be of some use but apparently it’s in the useless where meaning resides.
Like looking to a gaggle of helping verbs for action,
the given might as well be taken.
In the final sentence, I lift the cover and place the original face down on the glass.