"Covenant" by Jorie Graham She was being readied by forces she did not recognize. This is an age in which imagination is no longer all-powerful. Where if you had to write the whole thing down, you could. (Imagine: to see the whole thing written down.) Everything but memory abolished. All the necessary explanations also provided. A very round place: everyone is doing it. "It: a /very/ round and glad place. Feeling life come from far away, like a motor approaching. And in its approach: that moment when it is closest, so loud, as if not only near you, but /in/ you. And /that/ being the place where the sensation of real property begins. Come. It is going to pass, even though right now it's very loud, here, alongside, life, life, so glad to be in it, no?, unprotected, thank you, /exactly/ the way I feel. And you? Lord how close it comes. It has a /seeming/ to it so bright it is as if it had no core. It all given over to the outline of seem: still approaching, blind, open, its continuing /elsewhere/ unthinkable as a gear-shift at this speed. Approaching as if with a big question. No other system but this one and it growing larger. All at once, as if all the voices now are suddenly one voice. Ah, it is here now, /the here./ [Love, where is love, can it too be this thing that simply grows insistently louder] [It seems impossible it could ever pass /by/][she thought] the eruption of presentness right here: your veins [Meanwhile a dream floats in an unvisited field] [There by the edge of the barn, above the two green-lichened stones, where for an instant a butterfly color of chicory flicks, dis- appears] How old-fashioned: distance: squinting it into view. Even further: rocks at year's lowest tide. The always-underneath excitedly exposed to heat, light, wind, the being-seen. Who could have known a glance could be so plastic. Rubbery and pushing down on all the tiny hissing overbright greens. O sweet conversation: protozoa, air: how long have you been speaking? The engine [of /the most/] is passing now. At peak: the mesmerization of here, this me here, this me passing now. So as to leave /what/ behind? We, who can now be neither wholly here nor disappear? And to have it come so close and yet not /know/ it: how in time you do /not/ move on: how there is no "other" side: how the instant is very wide and bright and we cannot ever get away with it--the instant--what holds the "know" [as if gently, friend, as if mesmerized by the love of /it/][love of (not) making sense](tide coming in)(then distance taking the perplexion of engine whitely in)(the covenant, the listening, drawing its parameters out just as it approaches its own unraveling) the covenant: yes: that there be plenitude, yes, but only as a simultaneous emptying--of the before, where it came from--and of the after (the eager place to which it so "eagerly" goes). Such rigorous logic, that undulating shape we make of our listening to it: being: being on time: in time: there seeming to be no actual being: all of it growing for a time closer and closer--as with a freight of sheer abstract abundance (the motor sound)(is all) followed by the full selfishness (of such well being) of the being (so full of innocence) actually (for the instant) here: I love you: the sky seems nearer: you are my first person: let no one question this tirelessness of approach: love big enough to hide the cage: tell them yourself who you are: no victory: ever: no /ever/: then what "happens": you can hear the hum at its most constant: steady: the era: love bestowed upon love close-up: (quick, ask it of heaven now, whatever it was you so wished to know) the knowing: so final: yet here is the road, the context, ongoingness, and how it does go on regardless of the strangely sudden coming un- done of its passing away. Silence is welcomed without enthusiasm. Listening standing now like one who removed his hat out of respect for the passage. What comes in the aftermath they tell us is richly satisfying. No need to make a story up, for instance. We have been free now ever since, for instance. ["Covenant" and five additional poems by Jorie Graham can be found in /Conjunctions: 35, American Poetry: States of the Art] ------------------------------------------------------------------ To change your Lit-Ideas settings (subscribe/unsub, vacation on/off, digest on/off), visit www.andreas.com/faq-lit-ideas.html