Daymark

bend and kiss what
                                      you feel
contingent of what is

not
        right now paranoia
the lands like you awful

lot due to stress of weather
the only place
                            by which

to be tidy is out

of this delicate wave
that the intercourse is

is born
               as nothing
to the forest it is in

excess or in kind
veraciously to endear

Credit

Copyright © 2016 Ossian Foley. Used with permission of the author.

About this Poem

“Much of the thinking this poem does began in the maelstrom of Caroline Bergvall’s poetry collection Drift. ‘Drift,’ as concerns the navigator, the linguist, and the geneticist, is both phenomenon and measure, source of change and result. As concerns Duncan: ‘What is advanced […] is the configuration of that given time’ and I seem to recall Susan Howe saying somewhere that space is music.”
—Ossian Foley