winter solstice, 2010
Small Fantasia for W. B.
Where does spirit live? Inside or outside
Things remembered, made things, things unmade?
What came first, the seabird’s cry or the soul
Imagined in the dawn cold when it cried?
Where does it roost at last? On dungy sticks
In a jackdaw’s nest up in some old stone tower
Or a marble bust commanding the parterre?
How habitable is perfected form?
And how inhabited the windy light?
What was learned from the midwife and the hangman?
What’s the use of a held note or held line
That cannot be assailed for reassurance?