Eleanor Wong (b. 1962)
SELECTED POEMS
Proximate
If I declare at the outset that
my words can only approximate,
accurate to measly decimals,
rounded to neighborly ups
and downs, the way I feel
will that truly satisfy you?I have an image of unflinching marks uncompromising ranges
bars some primate forebear
set too high for my unmuscled arms
that only wish, simply, simply
to enfold you proximately.
by Eleanor Wong
from Life~Science (2010)