Twenty-six is not that young:
it is old enough to list
college degrees, linear work
experience, the promise
of marriage.
By now, I should not fear bad
poem topics, closing documents
unsaved, the rewrite
of a phrase:
Clay centers carved;
cooked silhouettes
cracked.
I am on time and in time.
Urgency grows, demands
that I begin to make
time.
One hundred visions and revisions
That a moment will unwind
Written 2007