• heart The distance heart

    This house, pitched now
    The dark wide stretch
    Of plains and ocean
    To these hills over
    The night-filled river,
    Billows with night,
    Swells with the rooms
    Of sleeping children, pulls
    Slowly from this bed,
    Slowly returns, pulls and holds,
    Is held where we
    Lock all distances!

    Ah, how the distances
    Spiral from that
    Secrecy:
    Room,
    Rooms, roof
    Spun to the huge
    Midnight, and into
    The rings and rings of stars.