Circular hymn
riverrun, past Eve and Adam’s,/ swerve of shore to bend of bay —
after James Joyce
riverrun, past Eve and Adam’s,
swerve of shore to bend of bay —
I saw you.
Ankle-deep in the wake
of winter’s runoff
long legs
long torso
silo in solo
Dutchman on stilts
tower of night —
you could rearrange the stars.
In pale reserve
the economy of night
you stood alone
invoked the wind
that opening riff —
gust of night
bloused in low tones.
I called your name
but you did not answer
looked a way,
a lone a last a loved a long the