“[Poetic intelligence] derives its energy from willingness to discard conclusion in the face of evidence.” Louise Gluck

Work-in-progress

Autumn glare almost

eclipses the cove. Sooty

ducks don’t move an inch

and say nothing. This

is the dark moon’s brighter side.

Boats stay in their slips.

The cove still opens

on the Atlantic—out of

sight and out of mind.

Such steadiness! I

am in awe. Perception does

not hold still (L. Gluck).