i don't know
what  makes the poetry
in different things from
different kinds in different
times not indifferent—i                                    
don't know, although                                      
today it is the way it is and                     
tomorrow or
tomorrow or
tomorrow
it will be that way the same
only different
variances of differences
virtual thing that poetry is
i just finished
i don't know if its really finished
just finished
putting a poem on-line
i'll take it down
tomorrow or tomorrow or
tomorrow but
today it's here it's
been here since 1981

i wrote the poem
after reading jung
while still breast-feeding natalie and
by the time she was ten
i had rewritten the poem i
know this because
i can see campbell's influence
different things from different kinds
in different times but
not indifferent and i
still don't know because you see
natalie is twenty-three and
i am reading kristeva and
irigaray and derrida and miller
and deleuze and guattari and siewert and
there is so-o-o MUCH
uncertainty
today i'm reading detienne—
the gardens of adonis—
reminding myself how soon
i will disappear into the lettuce
of my own poetry 

so i'm learning how
to avoid what it's saying
and just let the poetry reseed in
all the ways it knows how and so
i'm probably done with it
after tomorrow or tomorrow or tomorrow

or whenever it says so