The Narrow Room

What is momentary and what is

stone

meet in this house

we have hollowed with our breath,

and beamed with bone.

What is hand-near

and what is star

furnish this enclosure

where we move,

with the future accessible as sky,

and death hand-far.

More than flesh, more than mind

couple in this narrow room,

roofed by angel wings, paced by clocks.

Plain to us both is the finger-rabbit on the wall,

and we are quickened

by paradox.