On Sappho ~ Katharine Coles


            For Helen Louise Fullman

So time reduces
To essence.  In essence

We persist, in scrap and word.  For example,
A tatter of papyrus, one

Word remaining.   I sit
Quiet in my chair but my heart moves

Swift as a sparrow in flight.  I am
Moon or green grass, beloved skin

Erased, craving sweet apples
And already sated.  If this is

What time leaves—
Bliss, heartbreak, heartbeat,

Dapple of morning sun—
Isn’t it heaven.