signals
by Frank Watson
carved wood-- love letters written before the dawn of time we speak in smoke signals around in circles vanishing to the touch the rope entwines us and binds us hands and feet as we set sail on silver seas we shape time with a chisel following the lines of an afternoon eclipse she is a sculpture formed from the lines of infinity laid out to rest on the bed of salvation You can find this poem in In the Dark, Soft Earth: Poetry of Love, Nature, Spirituality, and Dreams.