I Feel Bitter Because You Made Me Love You
The mirror catches me, but I am
only recently back in the river, shifting
on waves catching the pale shadows of birds. The breadth
of the wind is broad. The world is roaring
skin, but I am miraculously
calming it whirlwind. "Miraculous"
is the word they use, sitting
in rooms with soothing
geodes, quiet clocks-windows dimming as the hour
I'm paying for passes. New and old: I am
both. I am that sensibility of beginning
and end. I am a not a wanderer, but a traveler,
but you anchor me,
and made my heart heavy enough
to keep me in place forever.