it is time to summon
voice splits away
halves the land meeting the water
sound movement of lips
growth has started
inside when it is we grow together
watch the little hairs track
they dash a line to you
in a moment there will be nothing but the inside
of the head as the eyes focus on one thing
sharp enough to take in
filling with hearth
the fork the rabbit the bread
banging against the dark wood
which held many cups in its time
watch the waves shine
rabid
place your hand over
that why it would be
footprints breaking the snow
almost as loud as a bright ring
after the washing
and laying out
Margaret Frozena teaches at Eastern Kentucky University. Her work is forthcoming in Anima.