After

so yesterday i envisioned headhunters
their tattooed hands and feet
my head is overflowing with art

three of them dressed in bear suits
maybe up near fortieth street
reading books about fences and borders

a feeling that they must seek out the wall
and the ocean of the sky
and the birds     how to talk to them

where my hunger isn’t waiting
crouched like a demon in the cave of my stomach
waiting for the boats     the hints
that you can seek something that’s really needed

the empty hurricane of the sky
the restrained bite and chew
of the paddles in the water

from Yew Nork (2014)