Derrick Austin

All morning, I read about Christian mystics. After a long bath, I wear a caftan and silver ring. / Intolerable hours of waiting for you. I plunge my hands in ice water. // The sun is red and low when I meet you by the fountain. Houses on steep hills light up. You speak / to me with your deep voice like a man hammering in a forge. I thrill at the sound like a dog ...