Two Poems

That Infinite Unknown (poetry)

Garret Keizer

The way I know the corners of our rooms
in the dark and pass with tactile confidence
along invisible walls, like pharaohs in their tombs
whose ghosts know gold within a void of sense,
I find my treasures unerringly in bed.
Likewise your thoughts, most anyway, before
you speak them, even the ones you leave unsaid.
I know your sharpest edges and your hidden door.
No less I know that what I’ll never know
is deep, as secret as the formulae
for mummycraft and Greek Fire. We row
above an abyss and reach across nebulae.
And yet we touch, despite immeasurable space,
that infinite unknown less than love’s grace.