It Is Illimitable

I looked tenaciously to poetry

TO NAME

TO TELL

TO AVOW

the meticulous order of things.

. . . . .

This is what

I want to know…

To know

something more

of the abandoned house

existing still

at the farthest edge

of an open field,

dotted with stones

and crickets.

To recognize

the principle of a thing –

the paradox of feeling

held in the

desolation,

isolation,

mysticism

of its modest landscape.

. . . . .

It is crucial.

It is everything.

It is an exhaustive effort.

You have no idea

where the words are going.

It is

what is
there

developing.