The Mute Wide-Open Eye of All Things

In her spacious apartment
In the demands of her children
She would feel the firm root of things

When silence of bath water
And the blind and the buffalo
Come disrupting womanhood

Compose with dramatic insistence
And in trembling mystery
A happiness of the body
Self-contained and not defined

I feel the nausea
And the resplendence of rotting tree trunks
I sense the ties



Credits
Writer(s): John Kiran Leonard
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