In a Clearing - Alice Letowt

In a Clearing
 

A tangent blushing up against a thought: knees
touch under the table.
At the root

of all the sounds one makes
in a day are etymons congregating where light and
words wrap them-
selves around a rock
one thing among an other
sitting in a prism's intimacy
color moves within color
shadow more solid on the far rock