Mr. Mann Finds a How To Manual

The body captures the rhythm.  A kind

of lilt to the step.  Never a tread.  You

are looking for ladders to the world.

Hooks.  Sometimes it is like holding on

to the strap in a swaying subway.

The black tunnel floods past, then

the bright stations.  People.  Up to

the sunlight and out into the fields.

Walking mostly.  Connections are

risky but can be pursued.  Listen

to the voices calibrate the days.

God in the details.  The weather.

The swift mortal river.  Blood pouring

its bright chain.  Speechless love.