WONDER

reading favorite guys

like judd and creeley

writing how they build

architecture and poetry and nothing

they say makes

any sense to me.

it's not in theory

but in practice

they get to me.

maybe when minimalists try

to get expansive and shit

their hearts aren't in it.

it's only in the open

question, the middle-

ground of wonder where

the addled, searching mind

can for once recline that

these men and their ideas reside:

in words struck stationary and statues

set solidly on solitary expanses of land

where no one was ever

intended to stand.