Four Poems
Jorie Graham, 5 July 2001
“... stick and run it through the corridor of wilderness. It fills a bit with water the first time. Is self-erased. The second time it does not fill. It leaves a mark where my stick ran. I make another (cursive) mark. How easily it bends to cursive, snakes towards thought. Looking back I see the birds eating the bird. The other way my gaze can barely reach ... ”