What are Nerves
— Joanna Doxey
but all of my lungs
& mouth—
how I feel the world
& wind this wind
To exist in a wail uncertain
empty spoon
hollowed tongue
& wind
A valley echoes the house suggests mountains
wrack the nerves as soft things pierce
and shape the contours of sky
my homing valley
Not cracking ice but a pasteured sigh made of sighs
& soil & afar
Inside the house I make graphs of wind: measure my worry
measure & worry over time collect
& disperse history & sound
A valley echoes mountains
how there is no totality of sleep & sound
How it starts—
How it enters dreams
in eroded sight and mouth and song
unrooted
I hear you I hear I count
I try
to keep the body upright
to keep the earth
upright
& over time