What Keeps, by C.D. Wright

We live on a hillside

close to water

We eat in darkness

We sleep in the coldest

part of the house

We love in silence

We keep our poetry

locked in a glass cabinet

some nights We stay up

passing it back and

forth

between us

drinking deep

From “Tremble” by C.D. Wright (Ecco: 60 pp., $12). Copyright 1997 Reprinted by permission.