In what memory as a stream carries along
and without announcement
announces
a sort of resurfacing
coming up to the surface of what is not memory
in the middle of memory and habit
out of memory and habit and desire in the middle of the day
and not a matter of words and thus almost frightening
as what announces without announcement
is frightening
slightest ripple slightest swirl
no more than a moment a moment of silence over the telephone
as the cards say
of “deepest sympathy.”