Louise Gluck




Decade

What joy touches 
the solace of ritual? A void
appears in the life. 
A shock so deep, so terrible, 
its force 
levels the perceived world. You were
a beast at the edge of its cave, only 
waking and sleeping. Then 
the minute shift; the eye
taken by something. 
Spring: the unforeseen 
flooding the abyss.
And the life 
filling again. And finally 
a place 
found for everything.