W.F. LANTRY






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On Possibilities

                "I shall unlearn feeling,
                unlearn my gift"
                                -Walcott


It is the swirling of currents
around her body that makes me
think of this: O, to be that water,
to be that wind through her hair,
the light glinting unpatterned around her face,
to simply be.

And I find myself fighting against
my own desire to make the vision art,
my own learned wish to sing.
What was handed to me
at some unknown moment over years-
who will take it, now, from my hands?

And she, there, in the small waves of her own making
laughs with a joy I almost know,
turning to me as I watch,
the small drops of water reluctant to leave her skin
but falling around her in sunlight
falling onto my hands.