Detail of My Sort of Light

Now I know that everything is a body,

so even the snow and the sand and

the blood rivered down in the snow,

and snowed on again so it's buried

is a body. All things are bodies in photos—

detail of the left side of a breast and the arm's

pit—detail of the sled slumbered under

by the storm's leavings. Detail of my sort

of so-early half-lit eyelid light that bodies

are near to invisible and touch is no longer

the sole way of knowing, and outline is all

that there is. Detail of your body as it does

its morning leaving thing. Detail of what

light there is on your skin. Detail of land-

scape of let me in please and coffee, warm

when the weather's action on this body is less

than ideal. Landscape with pear. Landscape

with weather and part of a breast in the frame.