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Trust Me

Who did I write last night? leaning
over this yellow pad, here, inside,
making blue chicken tracks:   two
sets of blue footprints, tracking out
on a yellow ground,
child’s colors.

Who am I?
who want so much to move
like a fish through water,
through life...
                        Fish like to be

Fish move through fish! Who
are you?

And Trust Me said, There’s another way to go,
we’ll go by the river which is frozen under the snow;

my shining, your shining life draws close, draws closer,
God fills us as a woman fills a pitcher.

Door in the Mountain: New & Collected Poems