Again I Find Myself Between Trees

taking off my coat,
my "care of place," someone
said. I hear the roar
of a thousand-thousand places
being stripped like
the blank time in between

the time I find myself
awake—sudden, with thirst.
So this must be the place
I'm meant to be. And this--

the wind sent to carry me off.

The Great

​Is this the distance that is dead?      That calls back

placenames withheld?      That the names have been changed

to protect them      in the wilderness     the self

for each a beam     a lesser light     within the withheld     a passover

from past hearts             she was even born with it the first time

now I am included in th—            in this

protuberant           light of life        in the great--

                                                           greater circles
Jimmy Lo lives and writes in Atlanta. He’s the author of The Sea is White and A Reduction published by Little Red Leaves Textile Series. You can find him online at jimmylorunning.com