Sarah Gridley 'Thicket Play'

Poetry Month begins so I thought I'd post a poem a day, even if I don't manage to write one every day.

Beginning with a poem from Sarah Gridley's Green is the Orator:

Thicket Play

by Sarah Gridley

I asked the sun to stay outside.
    
I called its effort disentangled. I put the body
there as marker, held up as if in place of. Or else, a thing stooped
down upon, and snapped.
 
Pictured then as clasped inside.
 
Claw paw hand: I made the body as mainly its branches.
                 One branch I called the childhood coffer.
 
Inside it were
              the many reasons.

(From here.)