A Poem After Six Months
It is the Shape I am Speaking Of *
It is the weight more than the night.
The universe with its speed limits.
With its sound barriers, its shape
more than the stars. My body more
than the talking. We don't know
for certain, but we think it is
the shape of an animal.
I imagine I am carrying a box
with darkness in it. I believe
it contains the other. It has
* Linda Greg. 2006. In the Middle Distance. Graywolf Press. page 60.