POETRY | Nico Amador On Continuation

POETRY

On Continuation

By Nico Amador

“…vagueness makes the future conceivable.” –Etel Adnan

Egrets nuisance the hour, shaping themselves into question marks. They hover outside in the branches.

You curl under the damp sheets like an egret, unresolved

but familiar, the morning emptying dream after dream into your sleep. I prefer it this way, with the fog on the water, the residual

of what’s yet to be delineated in the sober view. Last night we stood in the kitchen as the storm electrified the pitch dark

every few seconds: the strip of beach, our two cars, bordering pines

illuminated in stuttered exposures as if in error, as if the present couldn’t hold us in any kind of peace. I wanted then what I always want,

my body pressed into some approximation of yours, released with the assurance that I’d be claimed again, returned to. There’s no saying this. Not here. With you, I’ve learned what I can have

by not asking. I’ve stopped and the warm possibility of you stays in the balance, the moon above the earth’s material blue

shelf.