It isn’t alright to want just anything
all the time, be specific sky 
I can read the narrow line above the hills 
The day unbraids its pretty light
and I am here to see it 
This must be all there is
right now in the world 
There are things larger than understanding 
things we know cannot
be held in the mind 
If the sun throbs like a drum
every five minutes 
what can we do with this 
the 100,000 years it takes a photon
to reach the surface of the sun 
eight minutes to hit our eyes 
If every afternoon gravity and fire
it’s like that here 
undressed, unwound 
--from A Panic That Can Still Come Upon Me; ..........Peter Gizzi

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