Marcella Durand

Lying on this floor reading together
in sunny squares of golden light,
in lighting squares of golden sun,
we get distracted by faster ways to bliss.
A perfect state, a lock and key, one
part fits in another, all sorts of words
we read are related to this: pediculate,
your little foot; leminscate, a curve like
the figure; maniple, having been held
in your hand, root unknown.
Manifest, manifold, apple, gravida.
Those words float up from the water ball
of knowledge and communal memory,
a word that says we are locked in the frames
of animals, and to each other we read
the intuitive sources of complimentary
appendages and will continue this
way in the golden structures of bond,
wave, turn, suppose, return, body.