I Hope This Hasn’t Hurt You

I hope I know your limits. I hopelimits are the least of what I knowof you ( -- that loves the sense & rangeof weather. -- that loves the staring-at-maps. -- that will walk in rainfor miles for the simple wetnessof it. -- that hides a broken glassbeneath the flower beds. -- that breathesin a manner forged of humidity& myth. -- that hawks the jejune iceberglettuce from a window-sill.-- that lets in lightly-salted instrumentsof danger too often through a widenedaperture.) I sincerely hope this finds you well.I hope this finds you.— Samuel Wharton's poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Death Metal Poetry, elimae, foam:e, Memorious, NOÖ Journal, Otoliths, Outside Voices' 2008 Anthology of Younger Poets, & Stirring. He is the author of a chapbook, Welcome Home, available from NeOPepper Press, & the editor of the online poetry journal Sawbuck.