we are wiser then we remember

we are wiser then we remember

there you were, in my dream

now sitting behind me & speech

is labored, who are you

what are you and why now

-but if i lit the candle in your hand-

the eyes

can't ask
or answer

yet

there was no anger, no dance

no songs, no memory

-and if you washed out my palms-

could the silence discern a rhythm?

the draw-near, the give-space

this language of want and stability

troughs of waves, family and familiar
crests of suddenly! and nows

-would us, the force, inexplicably be prayer?-

as though we knew the two words

long ago, sent ourselves

the sleep dreams

and the sorrows

one of the words is great

the other is

11/8/11