Flicker

Is there no simplicity
in repair, having asked
all the wrong questions,
a flicker in the ever-
greens I say to you in
foreground, thoughts, its
spine settled against brisk
heartbeats, suet and gravel,
a world full of things no longer
nested, something I must
accept, of a piece, beaded
or sensate like words become
much confused, indebted
again to what unexpectedly
leaps out, you are
nobody's star, tiny part of
everything imperceptible
scissors and pins in the
feathered treetops what
will make you safe,
brushing the wood-
pile unseals in the nerve
endings a faint peace

Copyright © 2007 Joanna Klink All rights reserved
from Colorado Review
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission