When my body says enough
I rise no matter the hour
Soon discovering the baker is a fraud
To all the strangers without curtains
But sufficient light and clean windows
I know things only lovers should know
Here children barely more than babies
Walk themselves to school
Like silhouettes manoeuvring vapour
Armed with nothing except orange vests
Children wander
Having their own way of going and doing
But they arrive
Here they always arrive
While I was asleep I dreamt
I was a woman not a man
I wasn’t beautiful
The world didn’t worship or loathe me
We went to a favourite café
With people sat close together
A column of sunlight easing any lines on my face
Warm and present
Splendid as only in autumn
Simply talking to my friend
About the way things just are
Authentic expresso con pannas
Prepared by a young barista
Probably a student not yet the least bit weary
A girl who still believes
Served by a central casting Italian
Who I thought smiled more than required
I worried if maybe I cut my hair too short
Having years before said yes to wu wei
Even now I’m on any given day
Completely sliced in two
Soaring through skies pregnant with rain
I can’t breathe
Another day too much the opposite
Carried away by a welcome freshet
I don’t seem to need air
But still grasp for the shore
Every day
I’m like everyone I actually know
Craving
Wanting one plus one to equal one
Orchards
Your pride that sun struck pearl Impala
Not new but fresh sterling clean
Moaning gently almost a caress
Rolling slow binding the light there is
You my father I’m a child
We don’t utter one word
This moment exquisite complete
Let it linger now late in the day
Heat cracked country road shadows long
Miles and miles of bursting Winesap orchards
Orderly rows of endless apples
A barely there first chill in the air and us
Each of them water and earth carved
Possessing full measure of charged will
Capturing and paused all that red summer was
We so helplessly feel the celestial wheel’s turning
Here before and even so remains there now
An undefinable realization startling well beyond us
Absolutes no language can voice
I saw you grow old resist unable to move
And finally pride let loose a sudden rush
The shell you wore rotting
In arid peculiarly rust colored dirt
I struggled as a man
You called me once more
Two rings then hang up the code that’s us
By rote I rang back though
The house stood empty already for months
Leaving is hard where we wander from
Always pitch black coming back
The orchards limbs trunks and fruit whole
A looming presence grasping for us
Then we went fast heading home a blur
The inky orchards bleeding in the murk
Out there closer than skin
That can’t be touched
If I could choose it’s only the going
Never the coming back
Truth is every moment forever
All at once no arrow of time
Kissing Scarlett Johansson
She would say
Close your eyes
Hers lit from an inside
You will never reach
Not something you can
Get your head around
One more time
Close your eyes
Expecting only the waking
But it’s parting of air
Animal proximity
Dark cinema porcelain gaze
Dew dropped cherry mouth
Zenith ripe
Then tongue
Faint zest of minty gum
Fourteen again aimlessly wondering
Any dreary mall anywhere
Looking looking and looking
Wearing out
On fire
Still looking
For what you found
A philosopher’s stone
Every knowing word
Written or heard
All of it
Nothing but her tongue
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