the knot is simultaneously contained within the bird that sits upon the wire

seemingly unmoving, above its necklace of arteries, the major roadways of

its memory lying like strands against the shore – – echoes – – waves as the

child said – – they keep moving out from the point — like in a circle – –

these waves are waves and undulate against the air, all those major arteries,

i spoke of, three, their names necessarily change, but the point is this – that

bird on wire, that knot, sits there, day after day arms outstretched, thrum, hum,

thinking, thought, or not.