You Made A Bird From Rice-Paper

you made a bird from rice-paper
and embroidered pomegranate blooms

you painted a seascape, one year, veneered in light,
and the little boat idling on the lapping sun

you drew a naked man and a naked woman
and sculpted a face you could have loved

all this without opening the window; because
it was winter and frost pressed on the panes

all this brought on by more than longing; and guided
by less than memory