(865) What the Light Teaches - Michaels
- What the Light Teaches
"I break open stars and find nothing and again nothing, and then a
word in a foreign tongue." --Elisabeth Borcher
Countless times this river has been bruised by our bodies;
liquid fossils of light.
We shed our ghost skins in the current;
then climb the bank, heavy and human.
The river is a loose tongue,
a folk song. At night we go down to listen.
Stars like sparks from a bonfire.
We take off what we are,
and step into the moon.
- Anne Michaels