At first light she will map
the contours of his leg
faintly, tiny hairs rising under her touch
in a reversed domino effect,
one after another standing
as her hand’s shadow passes,
as a bird steers its dark likeness
above a damp and rippling field
courting the moment of descent.
Rebecca Aronson has poems recently in MARY, The Paris-American, Quarterly West, and others. Her first book, Creature, Creature, was published in 2007. She lives in New Mexico, where she facilitates a community writers group, coordinates a visiting writers series, and teaches writing.