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The Surface

The Surface

It has a hole in it. Not only where I

concentrate.

The river still ribboning, twisting up,

into its re-

Arrangements, chill enlightenments, tight-knotted

quickenings

And loosenings whispered messages dissolving

the messengers

The river still glinting-up into its handfuls, heapings.

glassy

Forgettings under the river of

My attention

And the river of my attention laying itself down

bending,

Reassembling over the quick leaving-offs and windy

obstacles

And the surface rippling under the wind’s attention

Rippling over the accumulations, the slowed-down drifting

permanences

Of the cold

Bed.

I say iridescent and I look down.

The leaves very still as they are carried.



Poem The Surface - Jorie Graham