Rain beats down like nails. Ambiguities
Force their wonders unto us, and a fictive
Decision is made. Sleep now, you are a
Relic, as the movements of a sunset resemble
That peace that enriches the waters. Brooding
& curious, hold yourself inside a burning hem.
Make no mistake about the heart on the lake,
Make no mistake about surface and luxuries.
Your lithesome body branches in the night,
And you are gowned with thyme. The fish that
Swim unlit by the strawberry moon are austere,
But you trip up those stairs like branches in
The sky. By tallow light, I greet you specifically.
Noelle Kocot is the author of Soul in Space (Wave Books, 2013). She teaches at The New School and lives in New Jersey.