And the way the light is. This morning I’ve been with Joanne Kyger, and I’ve been staying here, in the second half of a poem dated December 1, 1996, from AGAIN: Poems 1989-2000.
Try to be vast now. Remember this strand
of conscious thinking vibrating like a watery
jewel on the morning’s cobweb. All show, plunk
it falls, so temporal, this attempt to cliché the moment.
As all falls silent.
Emily Wallis Hughes 