eventually we found the plane
settled in a sea of glass
shards between bright-blood fish
who settled on our skin to suck
whatever remained
unfocused on retrieval
& so converted instinct into genius of desire
you took so many feet with you
to wander, blend your slender bones (less skin)
into starved processions
too tired for disorder
until a grain appears
or a woman’s earring
is taken for a gun
in how it turns the sun
if we only had eyes on soles
all our loved ones would be found
I knew it wasn’t true
& settled down to find
my love in me & to recall
the three green specks in his blue eyes
the pattern of his stubble
the whole of his face beyond light that allowed
photography & paint
I couldn’t look to see
how many stayed with me
— can you count?
