Thinking about Joanne today

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.