The Closening

close with the eyes,
this glass
nights up with disbelief

rain rises from earth,
to its roots of cloud

but migrations began
far away
in ocean’s illumined by stars
where salt swam
near the float of jellied skins

this wish to closen
against chaos,
to reach and to read the arch of time’s
when its arms keep flowing ghostly
in a brightness of cracks
through which a whole universe spins

close from tongues, this window
sheds water, a tenor
once stored in pools of sand

and here we are, brimming again
with excess wonder
in a clause of delightful music
as we ungap all distance
in our embrasure


(c) J. Celan Smith