...It starts with a sail luffing, whispering
in the wings. It starts with a policeman walking,

a rosy ear, a dog barking, honey and flies.
It starts with a knife sharpening

and plates smashing against the door.
It starts deep in the belly, the back of the throat.

It's a need like salt, crackle and flame.
It starts with sounds you've never made....


Joelle Biele
Rapture

in Poetry Today