Sideways Out

You can be snagged.  Even the smallest words, parts of lines catch your drifting,  fit for the rest of  time.  You hear the spell, you’ve got the map, the part you need.  The poet is sandwiched in between the greats, one of them.  One that startles, one we crave.  America is hungry for answers, swirling.

What happens is expansion.  It takes place in the wilderness.  Wild thoughts uncovered in the brush. This is what you enter when you read the poet.  The double wild light.