By the Window

Nathan Spoon

Thou | turgid swirl, in which all is possible

and nothing is possible and nothing is

impossible. Where the salvaged word resonates

| boreal semblance overspread

pervading | Beyond the desk window rain

trundles leaves. By trimmed | lamplight,

the terror the awe of pages tilled or

marred. | Place of the mind: convolved

citadel | eddying with omens. By Thy

goodness the burst of the lilac bush | Large

stone sealing the snakepit. My | bulwark.