words that formed
the world?
For an instant
most mornings, I suspect
that I just knew;
but soon, there's a tide
in the ocean
of my mind
dragging out to sea
all the things I think
are true—and then
washing mixed-up bits
and pieces of them
right back in again—
until most
of the detritus I can
see along this beach
is made up of stuff
so self-
similar and small
that it's impossible
for me to count
each individual particle.
The best I can do
is try to put
the view to use
and give
one collective name
to them all.
