As if from a Satellite in Distant Space, on a Winter Night

Most of all,                                        it is you I miss, you,
and owls,           you,       and the snap of cold                      in late February,
I brake beneath an overpass      when a train       travels on it,
overhead, noise, within, more                                 in a poem once I read the line:
“When I say ‘you’           in my poems,
I mean you,”                    this too is true of me,  and my poems
Hold close me now,                          I tell the train-sound,
I will here sit until I can again to            you say, to you again
I say it is you that I need, and underneath
the weight          of the keening wind, rail-tracks              each time
your name I speak to myself I press my lips to dirt,                                 to infant
mosses                              in the heart of the eye of an owl is a world,
in the world       what I see is you,
and what I hear              are the words
that I am wholly and sorely in need of saying:                            Love, Miss, Need,
you                     this is my unadorned letter
to you; there is a train overhead,
and moss beneath my lips          it is your way that I wish to hurtle, desperately
and with great abandon                            once I heard a poet say
the phrase:                                                                               “conflict with a God,”
to you I release the beasts,           tenfold legions, it is for you
I look to the owl’s eye                                  this is the only way I could think
to tell you that for you I bend,                                  press my lips to dirt,
to infant mosses, to a thousand leagues                                               of green
in a poem once I read the line:                                 “what is the wind, what is it,”
with this I swear, to a thousand leagues                                 of longing:
when I say most of all, what I mean is you,
when I say you, what I mean is                you, when I say what is
the wind, what is it, what I mean is you,                                        when I say conflict with a
God, what I mean is you