An Open Breath


the empty open: within, standing
one back against another back
into a shape that forms from
the belly of that aching Lack;
slick and unrefined. the shapes blur
and expand against a benign light
scattered the same as sunlight
through the trees:
hidden, and i am you.
and you are the priceless millions
set into a tender watch, ticking
and awaiting
the dawning of a new wrist.
there have been millions of us--
elusive, though we may have been.
"Do you want to join our hands,"
my son may say to me--
and though i do, that Lack ensues
from genes which make undo.
unconscious wanting abiding the wave:
the difference is what you till--
he may have thread it, a wire through a wire,
but he has become You.