Once in Annapolis
we were invited to walk
the grounds of a sculpture garden
specifically designed for the blind.
Or maybe Durham, or Boone.
It wasn’t Iowa City
that is the place
where you tour
the bars where the drunk
teachers at the workshop
drank and talked and danced.
The statues stood next to a bay
or a lake, and the statues appeared
to have come out of them.
The blind man next to us said,
the statues are made of water,
as humans are.
The water flows through their veins
their throats, their eyes,
oh so much from their eyes,
and water drips from life giving parts.
Just like humans, made of water.
They come from the water and they return.
Somewhere in Iowa City,
at some dusty bar,
Patsy Cline on the jukebox,
Berryman sits and drinks.
Now there is a plaque:
Berryman sat & drank here.
In Minneapolis, there is a plaque:
Berryman jumped here, into the water,
and the water won.
The first body of water is the human body,
and the last body of water is the human body.
It flows, on and on.