Modes against Too Much
My poems, if poems
other than casual
entrances into systems, are
lulls by which
motion going by too
fast as in damaging winds
slows to assume
(forced into the definition of)
mediating rhythms,
sketchy but entangling
knots, in this
wind tight patterns
obstructive and unyielding
likely to come down
or be hauled off whole,
criss-cross trellises
in typhoon, say:
but bits, strings,
swerving (lessening and
swelling) elongations
that giving to
the wind like high water or
sails catch a part
of it formed into known
ways, let go, withstood.