Arrow

If I should redeem thee with the mouth
Of sages, if I should answer you in a skin-
Deep factory, what then will imagination
Laugh at as it lives in the watery one ahead?

We overlook. We have missed the mark.
You are in the branches, waiting, making
A slight penance for being in your right
Mind. A lariat of rhymes goes by like

A firefly. Vowel, chyme, a treatise of
Renderings around a living metaphor for
What you have become. You have become
An arrow in the daylight, mixed with the

Feelings that are sung by heart. We press
On, now perched on a toothpick. We
Tumble to the ground, our glowering faces
Met by an ancient wall, and this we call fate.

Noelle Kocot is the author of five books of poetry, including Poem for the End of Time and Other Poems (Wave Books, 2006), Sunny Wednesday (Wave, 2009) and The Bigger World (Wave, 2011). She has also translated poetry from the French by Tristan Corbiere in Poet by Default (Wave, 2011), and has received numerous awards including those from The Academy of American Poets, The American Poetry Review, The National Endowment for the Arts and The Fund for Poetry. Born and raised in Brooklyn, she currently lives in New Jersey.