Three New Poems

“Anatomy Lesson”

We are not
made in the image
of our creator.

We are not
made at all,
but grow

from seed —
animated by the
unspeakable —

as all living
things have
and do.


I sit this morning
to write,
to summarize old

ideas that only yesterday
called my name,
were so real,

so vital, but now
so difficult to conceive,
so lifeless,

so yesterday's

I'd taken
note of them
in my notebook

where I hold
such ideas, and
return today, amazed

at the difference between
a photograph of a bird
and a bird.

I had forgotten!
in my bones that
hold my bones

how insight is not
an accretion of insight,
but a radical emptying.

Love, LB