​That the light having come from all directions could feel at once familiar and feral
could bloom on skin and disperse in rays from a singular cell an alphabet of leaves
or animals unfurling against a down cast canopy of ondines and naiads beyond
any other silk island a spell whose sound would carry bodies through a storm and
come back wanting more trailing lyric and thrum become starling and sterling
a glimpse of what new spiral tide the learning unleashed that
 
 
Take this flower this coin this photo this beaconess lifeline
of blood will and logica arm of the forest the fallen
the brackish and dune field and do you
 
Turn this crown this calling this she-dom this pagesong
in hologram shipfuls bound for kin-blessed peaks
upending the brash have-mores and dashery
 
To witness and wonder to honeymill and cedarglow
but never ever alone to fang to fang and fellow beast
rising in and of what throat to wit and to worldsome
 
 
Having curled into
the current and created
its own all’s own
that time is of a follicle
insistent on the very fleeting
and founderling that warps
that weathers from inside
a room to sun-thousand
spots arranged according to
fleck and fallibility
time to plant and tableturn
exceptional reflections of
moontilt and autoflash
at every hour another
hums full of crop or nebula
accumulating wildness
under every skin of
 
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Steffi Drewes is author of three chapbooks: Magnetic Forest, Cartography Askew, and History of Drawing Circles. She organizes Featherboard Writing Series as well as the Writer in Residency program at Aggregate Space Gallery in Oakland. Her poetry collection, Tell Me Every Anchor Every Arrow, is forthcoming from Kelsey Street Press in 2016.