The Peace That So Lovingly Descends
"You" have transformed into "my loss." The nettles in your vanished hair Restore the absolute truth Of warring animals without a haven. I know, I'm as pathetic as a railroad Without tracks. In June, I eat The lonesome berries from the branches. What can I say, except the forecast Never changes. I sleep without you, And the letters that you sent Are now faded into failed lessons Of an animal that's found a home. This.
Noelle Kocot, "The Peace That So Lovingly Descends" from Sunny Wednesday. Copyright © 2009 by Noelle Kocot. Used by permission of Wave Books. All rights reserved.