The Tools

Robert Creeley

First there, it proves to be still here.
Distant as seen, it comes then to be near.
I found it here and there unclear.

What if my hand had only been
extension of an outside reaching in
to work with common means to change me
         then?

All things are matter, yet these seem
caught in the impatience of a dream,
locked in the awkwardness they mean.

The 2River View, 2_2 (Winter 1998)

Francesco Clemente