That day I’ll be in step with what escaped me
—Seamus Heaney, ‘Squarings’
It must be a blessing to believe
that one will one day, if in a moment,
be able to measure and thus erase
The degree of slippage
between knowledge in the offing
and knowledge secured.
I know grace only in forgetting
my sense of self resides in the gap.
Gazing down the garbage-strewn banks
of the Susquehanna I perceive
duplicity in place, and I in my vision,
slip either out, or in.
The Mockingbird Sings 