“Dear Universe” by Wendy Videlock

Wendy Videlock


In all this calm,
in all this mist,
these vague shaped


begin to drift.
A finger lifts,

falls again.
A foghorn sounds,

Do you wonder

what we are
in all this calm,
in all this mist.

Wolf prints.

Red clay.

A slender wrist.

Murder. Magic.


from Rattle #31, Summer 2009


Wendy Videlock: “I think I am a devotee of poetry in large part because it refuses paraphrase, has little interest in good manners, and doesn’t have a dress code.” (website)


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