When?
When
– never? –
will you feel
my eyes on you,
see my hands reaching before I can stop?
How can you remain always unaware?
I want you to
tell me of
lightning
now.
(Want
that you
know lightning.)
But I suppose
you are just someone who likes the quiet.
In Fussy Little Forms at 'imaginary garden with real toads' today, Marian invites us to attempt the tetractys. Mine's a triple tetractys (the idea being that one reverses the form with each new verse).