And the World Again

"All that coming and going, so much
life spreading its wings in both worlds,
soaring beneath the crust of the handshake and signature,
between the lines of stories we tell
in order to be heard here,
In order to feel confidently at home..."
            – Angell, from "Subliminal Birds"





When You Were Watching Idaho: The Movie, What You Thought 
of the Fisherwomen Who Spoke So True of The Nature of Things




Third, fourth generation, out onto family pier
tossing lines into Prior Lake
that line seeking out what they called a hybrid trout,
twenty peaks off in the distance
like signs that speak, don't speak, but know
that a home softly sways across its peaks.

Another at the stern of a float boat down Henry Fork.
I don't see a single phone.
Rock shores and dirt cuts line the banks
for twenty miles as each elegant twist of the wrist
must circle then release onto a surface.

She walked along with dreams in her feet.
Talked about the Palousse fields full of lavender.
One crooked barn cropped up in the corner
of the acreage, gold retreat, and she called these
fields the world and wrote words
to their meaning as speaking to a being.

I look out the window and see nothing but streets.