Judith Bishop

The far city must make itself known
even here in the sitting room and
barred by winter branches. The skyline ...

You are seething; I am worried.
We have read the Greek myths.

This anger of yours feels like
a distant thunderclap

Night’s the ground beneath my feet
since I learned to walk with you.
Scented guide with birds and flowers on your breath,

I could say hello to things.
Theodore Roethke

i.
The hand’s wave,
when it comes –