Immense and Inclined to Pulse

Since then I have slowly learned to grasp how everything is connected across space and time.
W.G. Sebald, A Place in the Country

There is a webby and
exalted state of
comprehension wherein
discrete events—like the
rigging lights of separate
boats upon a midnight
ocean—suggest a net:
something immense and
inclined to pulse—not
hideous with meaning yet
but already strangely tedious
if expressed.

Copyright © 2024 by Kay Ryan. This poem was first printed in Revel, Issue 1 (Winter 2024). Published in a special arrangement with Revel by permission of the author and Grove Press.