The stars

think themselves into existence
and know themselves too good
for words:

The trouble comes at picnics –
the last to leave, lovers lying
head to head, sky-faced,

naming the unnameable with eyes
closed – flickerings – the unknown
knowing the unknowable. After a while,

it becomes difficult to separate
what about them moves the most –
the bright intangibility of something

that’s no longer there from the utter
absence that beckons in between –
the echoed darkness or the dark

unechoing. ‘Look’, she says,
pointing to neither,
‘how cold is that?’

from A Lens in the Palm (Carcanet, 2008), © Kelly Grovier 2008, used by permission of the author and the publisher

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