Keeley's Fog

when a flapping of wings            by sound
alone makes presence known-    -she wakes

abrades clarity                              of the palm
in the scorn of strangers    -and the starved

in the middle of-                  what from her
belly is misst-                    moaning I want-

flayed                                      -you are neither
to have his baby        -nor will you be free

beating against the floodgate-        -an egret
carrying an eye          humming in the cold

from the depths                                of this fog
you will not find your nest or the memory

downbourn of a cataract                and jingle
unborn in the brush      of berries perfumed

of never having had a nest        -you remain
and listen to a flapping        as the creek rise

there are ghosts                        -forming while
sitting in a room-        with people who all

outside things do moan        bottled desire
but only in the light            -and quietly

they have for you-        in accordance with
the laws of god and                          man are

the lives of birds-                              affirmed
a world of spirits-                  -on the b side

-questions they want what          -darkness
hobbled within you              for soft science

I saw a pigeon                with a broken wing
huddled-                      -under the architrave

and through this              the consciousness
of fog-      -assumes creation of the fogged

outside-                -of a chiropractor s office
staring into the glass waiting for a healing