1980

intrusion

the small
acts of
pleasure like
resistance
to anger
somehow

realize
my intentions
and their
shared connection
with the past

it tore
me up
and itself
yet I have
to repeat
it to spell
my admiration
for what I
admire to admire

only to break
it open
again later
when I
destroy
what
comes between

this
kind of act
forces
its opposite
and precedes
change

there
is no
way to
get
there now
so I
reverse
and smile
at the
next
intrusion

it binds
me to
what I
peel away
or
it
has
to
burst
apart

"Intentions are the variability of all those feelings,
moments of that possibility."
Robert Creeley/"Words"