Retreat

Retreat

by Nancy Chen Long

“For the listener, who listens in the snow, / And, nothing himself, beholds / Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.” -Wallace Stevens


one day                 of silence

at a convent

others in the group think

about mary           i think

of emily

dickinson sequestered

in a way

silent

*

so much more white here

than farther north                 so much more

winter

*

There.                             There it is.

The knock at the door—lucid? lucre?

Any door will do.

Pray.

*

Overthink—underfeel—overspeak. Underneath

a flood of cover, it is too easy,

too narrow, just this

*

the fullness of all hope

i plant in empty air

just a grasping



-refers to the words “retreat,” “white,”and “still” in Ice Gone by Teresa Stores

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s