Without even knowing it, I have
believed in you for a long time.
When I looked at my blood under a microscope
I could see truth multiplying over and over.
—Not police sirens, nor history books, not stage-three lymphoma
but your honeycombs and beetles; the dry blond fascicles of grass
thrust up above the January snow.
—Tony Hoagland, from “Note To Reality,” Application for Release from the Dream: Poems. (Graywolf Press September 1, 2015)