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Crisscross
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I creak around
The morning
Bending my knees
To write
As if I’m meeting
Someone who sits
On the other
Side of fire
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A wilderness of
Understanding,
A meeting with a muse or
God whose presence
Is apparent
Is ennobled
In the fire
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C L Couch
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clcouch123 
April 6, 2022 at 10:30 pm
I love the intro to this poem, “I creak around the morning, bending my knees to write”… I may not have recited that in it’s full accuracy, but I simply love it and can feel the words.
April 7, 2022 at 7:44 pm
Thank you. It’s how it felt that morning–well, it’s what happened that felt preeminent. I’m delighted that you liked that part.