Issue # 14 : January - June 2011

Jenn Morea

from Correspondences

A place as it once was—

a map to imagine

the water's unseen edge

Field of folded stars

pale blue-green     record     of days

a flower      or light passing

through a layered        hour is found

                                   First site: white beads scattered
Narrating
                                   Second site: scattered beads white
a possible
                                   Third site: beads white scattered
if, then—
                                   Fourth site: beads scattered white

                               Night,

                    this is home for now
                    this room this road
                    where no one we know

                    travels towards us
                    this letter the sound
                    of this wind the flower’s

                    names the bird my eye
                    followed sweet wild
                    where we long to go