Bill Berkson
Landscape With Calm
                       for Nathaniel Dorsky

Pronouns raise the day in kind
              search me a face

To patch
              in phrasebooks

“Say ‘Ah’”
              “Errgh”

Refresher will keep makes
              cold turn coils

For vacant-headed air
              more robes described in wheels

Brains seek crawl space
              scramble

Through towns of name
              to look shake out the instant nerve

Periphery lifts a clump like an orb
              whence whole eras of suds come elucidated

Light breath on the windshield
              the first raindrop scuttles

Mild of eye still goes by word
              of mouth of world

Your call to hold it
              completely initiated culmination’s not

A childhood wish
              interminably avoided

But coming and going
              the sight of things

That intermittence contains us
              to the last blink

So much for options
              direct address a panoply

Of perfect luster bouncing news off the moon
              all consummate matter welcome

Once motions cross at fatal lip
              no other step will double do it