Gesture
– for Betty Goodwin
names
quiet
intercept
arms the thing
turn back look
into dissolve
branches scattered
and quietly
leaves go to ground
the tree trunk
zero alignment
this broken
all a new record
a new division to become
branches figured
the seating of red
hands draw themselves
the fingers the knuckles
inherently quick featured
the move to be locomote
spiders act to unite
thin webs against wind
walls independently dream
for corners to hinge with
nothing is absence
the room is a void
circumnavigating this
elaborate mesh
the digits remembered in ash
without the service
of cartilage
to bind
wanting ability the
chance to bend
around and to stand
silent were the words
water over the granite
water over the night
darkness and that is all
and water unbounding
outlines
this night here
is all red
just outlines
of this
return to new work
