Thursday, January 13, 2011



An action so full of place
that we named it after where we arrive:
landing. We meet the ground
again, re-remember the rules of the land.
Our perspective will always
be bottom-heavy. All the negative space
belongs to the sky, and it
seeps out from between tall buildings
like the grout around tiles.
We dwell in small, capped-up structures
and cut windows into them,
hang mirrors strategically to make rooms
appear more spacious, brighter.
We place a small rug near the front door
and write Welcome across it.
Then we scrape our shoes on its surface,
lest we bring in snow, dust,
mud or any other material that lands on
Earth, clinging to our steps.


  1. Marvelous! LOVE the way the natural space also becomes the interior, via grout between tiles. I have looked closely at grout...while grouting! And you allowed me to look out at buildings and the sky this way! THEN I clicked the image for another marvelous experience. As always, thank you!

  2. I agree with Kathleen. A wonderful poem from start to finish.

    A line I like a lot: "Our perspective will always/ be bottom-heavy."

  3. I remember reading somewhere in annie Dillard that when we arrive at a place we love the first thing we do is begin distancing ourselves from it. There's an understanding of that truth here.


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