one true thing

let the hounds come

the hounds with their red eyes
red tongues
let them come

bring snow, hail, storm
let the cosmos loose
all the bolts that wound
or test the heart

bring fire
bring loneliness
bring death

and still the hare of me
will flare across this quickening field
belly to the wet black earth
nose to the wide and changing sky

and know this to be home; this

and you whom I've never left, my twin –
slipstreaming as we were from the beginning
in the constellations' milky wake –

and love, the one true thing


– Roselle Angwin

albrecht durer's hare