VERBAL At the start, it will be only impossible, just to see without the syllable, just to listen with no sound to utter as verb or noun or any other but this eloquence of simply waiting. Things will seem less real, being without names. Words will be orphaned and laid to rest in those journals poets prize and in reference works that lose ability to refer then rest on empty shelves. You simply look and see as humbly as sunlight that ignites all color. You simply hear and sense as winds make waves of grass or bloom birds from green leaves to bursts of open sky. We start streetside and end by maps and signs. So here as well we must remain ignorant without one trace or omen to guide us down this open concrete way. See how my shadow separates from me and motions itself to dial the sun to time. While I am fixed here, worlds spin around and leave me empty in vertigo of still point. NAMES FOR THE EARTH names for the earth prattle silence I gather fingers of angels as clouds of sheep float a graze of meadow and starlings and swallows startle the wind Paths all lead to one dark ocean over the travails of tall hills− excellent the names for the earth (after Psalm 8)