[from Muddy Prints, Water Shine]
Mind the Face
As morning’s tidal outflow drains the marsh
and raises muddy prints in water shine
exposes nape and throat.
A heron blunders up from grass
with a grating cry.
The ebbing marsh
mirrors a house, aligns what distance blurs.
She tilts a glass,
she wishes to grow small enough
to be missed.
When she asks him not to speak
he smiles. Her mind
proposes two eyes, a nose, a mouth.
to love someone this much.