Self-Portrait
How everything delays
and suspends, complicates
and confuses: the forever
incomplete, beauty
immersed in wishing,
in longing. Oh, her face,
in sunshine, is
and is not
her face in darkness,
curving away, curving away
(neither point nor wave,
both point and wave) the here
as words, the now
as words, mind and matter
in their ceaseless
dialectic.
From the book Is