In   
                    the

            intersection             of    
                                            silence

and  

a                    map of

hunger
you           touch   the sea

                                   of

                       memory

where                   the bloodstream      sang
                   a                     sparrow

              the sky
                                     bolted

           over

        the blackened
                                      house
you     inherited

                                  Your land
                pulses     

                                           the way
time & light   
                shape     water

       pass through           spruce & stunted
                  wind      
                                
~ Erasure of Larry Levis’ poem “Irish Music”