Jeff Clark

 

CLISTHERET

I heard a sleave of song
     from an upper window
and moved in the sun to find them —
I wanted to call to them
     beg them to lean out
and go on

But there was no window
     I was on sand
their lullabye came from the waves
there were no waves
     but a glinting derelict named — no derelict named
Delirious Iris, I am home, there is snow

from a filmy coal-blue sky, mechanical
     hissing, great heat, green clouds in the bath — please,
An eye in the lives of my loves
A lung in the lives of my loves
     and the two things You keep … keys:
to liberty, to manacle.