Another Lending, Another Bridge

8 MINNESOTA REVIEW JOHN DITSKY ANOTHER LENDING, ANOTHER BRIDGE There is about your form much ofdescending—an air borne in flesh, in sinew, of a swooping downward as of bird, or other thing of dark and light combined. I mean not merely curve of you, such as the line from shoulder downwards poised above me in our loving moments. Rather, it is a fluttering inside, a sense of wings beating in a dusky room-as though interiors of soul could take vibration from the spirit entered there. It is a kind of confrontation with the joy and end of things, like feeling the summer breeze rise and enter at a screen door, yourself there standing quiet in the middle night feeling the air stroke your bare body with its breath of new beginnings and of death. Annunciation of you brings extension of belief, the pang of limit, the keenest now. ...