it’s a small small thing
clink /
glint /
lint / trap /
parapluie /
sonnet /
sort of /
often /
cleaning /
all the plants /
ideas in motion
the instantaneous
ocean
onslaught of lotions
the commotion is
calm /
calming
wand’ring
lust in translation
seas corals bones
tidelines shift
limpets be’low
woo’d
worn in
wand’ring
whet
under toes
sea foam
algae
re:grit
shore
sea foam lining every reach
falling still
…
Great emptiness as
simple as that went
So straight before-
had not been able
then not being idle
went absent away
Now faith is not what we
hereafter have we have a
world resting on nothing
Rest was never more than
abstract since it is empty
reality we cannot escape
…
from “Souls of the Labadie Tract” by Susan Howe
jessica gabriel : : : artist 