This week, a fragment of "Leave of Absence": After all, we are water seeking our lowest level at high tide. Lie down and let waves roll behind the brow. Schools swim from the corners of eyes, under upturned rocks. The eyebrows drift, silver canoes, to unseen horizons. Drop the jaw, bobbing in its slip. Uncoil the rope in the lips. Inhale. Sail the undertow from atlas to coccyx... [the tip of the spine] beckoning off the end of the map. Here is the place we remember forgetting. Open your hands and keep going, steering with the eyes closed...