I am pleased to know people enjoyed what they saw. But the poem in its entirety is hard to find so I thought I would post it here if anyone is looking for it.
and the room fills with words.
I am surprised by the whiteness
of sheets folded in cupboards and drawers.
Because the leaves have fallen
footsteps can be heard much farther away.
When I entered the room
I could see what had passed between them.
These and other things
mean nothing at twenty below zero.
If we were ghosts, he said,
we could pass through each other without causing harm.
If we were ghosts, she said,
we would not see each other coming.
This poem is part of a larger manuscript called A Life of Feasting that can be found, with more of my work, here. Enjoy.