by Becky Dennison Sakellariou
He looks down at the page.
Still as a peregrine falcon on water.
He talks to the poem.
The thing between seeing and seeing is glass.
He takes the whole poem into his mouth.
Glass is the thing between loss and loss/
permitting light
His cheeks are sweet as he looks to the sky,
water, a fluid…boned and unflowable
the falcon’s eye sees only movement.
He spits words from his lips,
a praying mantis, the silvered bristles of a brush,
stallion hooves, cathedrals of paper, lettuce hearts.
His cheeks sadden in the pauses.
The poem is the language.
The language is the white bowl of history, caged, repeating
home, the weather, the horses, his wife.
His cheeks collapse at the end of each harmonic.
Becky Dennison Sakellariou was born and raised in New England and has lived all of her adult life in Greece. She has been “making her way home” to New Hampshire where she now spends half of every year. She has published poetry in Beloit Poetry Review, Common Ground Review, and White Pelican Review, among others. Her chapbook, The Importance of Bone, was published by Blue Light Press and her first full-length book, Earth Listening, was published by Hobblebush Books. Her newest book is called What Shall I Cry? from Finishing Line Press due out in August 2013.
Smoky Quartz 
Lovely, Becky. I will forward this to Ouyang.