found poem

I've been going through my old writing and I found this poem. I searched lines of it on the internet for a while because I couldn't believe I possibly wrote something so good, and disappointingly enough I hadn't. I just forgot it was a C.D. Wright poem because it uses so many of my favorite words.


So Far Off & Yet Here

Because I know this is going to be painful
I can feel the pain before it acquires a shape
Now nearer to me

How at night it is just audible
like mice in the insulation

So windows snow and pears soften
an old house settles into its infested studs

Always there is more inside
than outside in the open

Where I came to be identified with
your scars and green limbs
Now nearer to me

What in the meantime happened to my eyes
they shone at least they seemed capable of shine

But a poem on a page by itself
does not penetrate the retina of fear
Now nearer to me

So the mind dispels us
radiators gasp and washers wear out

Your left middle finger sinks inside me
the nail of love just holds.