If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
– Emily Dickinson

For me, it’s when it reaches, expands,
my pelvic floor.

Very few writers cause me to come to a complete stop. Jonathan Garfinkel is among them.

I remind myself to breathe,

(this, too, is humanly possible)

then bow.

JONATHAN GARFINKEL Glass Psalms Winnipeg: Turnstone Press, 2005. p32, 34.

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