Naming Spring
one drama for Harry
I lay asleep in a lake of bright water
heavy slept an age
in the black silt
weighted as it shifted
and I did
wintering below cracked glass.
swelling the long outsurge of a
loosening reach beneath the limned leaves
letting go soft particle swirls that filmed
the dislodging lolling body rolling decomposed
to the broken surface.
and sheerly I am solved and saved in wet air
telling in hazardous clarity
at the steep waterbreak
shining things fractured at the open fall
an illumination of unretractable words,
a spray of names.