Small things can penetrate private
places larger items don’t fit.
That’s the secret of an electron
microscope’s superiority to light.
It offers a better way
of seeing than sight.
Poets can work this way also,
if they let themselves be small enough
to slip in among the letters,
snip the tethers that hold so many words
together for so long, some think
they can only function in a group.
J.H. Hall’s background is religion/literature and medicine. His poems have appeared in The RavensPerch, descant, Crosswinds, Slipstream, The Comstock Review and other places. His essays and fiction have been The North American Review, TriQuarterly, Carolina Quarterly, plus collections of his own, most recently, “Chesapeake Reflections.” (Arcadia). He lives in Maine.
