I look for the way <br />things will turn <br />out spiralling from a center, <br />the shape <br />things will take to come forth in <br /> <br />so that the birch tree white <br />touched black at branches <br />will stand out <br />wind-glittering <br />totally its apparent self: <br /> <br />I look for the forms <br />things want to come as <br /> <br />from what black wells of possibility, <br />how a thing will <br />unfold: <br /> <br />not the shape on paper -- though <br />that, too -- but the <br />uninterfering means on paper: <br /> <br />not so much looking for the shape <br />as being available <br />to any shape that may be <br />summoning itself <br />through me <br />from the self not mine but ours.<br /><br />Archie Randolph Ammons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poetics/
