universe/cities
because there are two, concretely, i
try adding plus signs to equations
lost in space-time, abstractly entering the spell of distinctions, delusions
i am older but shorter, see farther
sometimes, not so much others
the question of future was like the
other side of the lake
then well past water edges, in fact,
in theory
this was shoreline, a picnic on a
mathematical beach
forgive me, i am penetrating every pore
where does the mind hook onto the body?
with books tossed aside like
clothes, sometimes these attachments last for ages
but steadier now, spine twisted &
stretched
lost in a fierce blow of wind (empty)
belly multiplying chest, like equal signs divided & spinning
not like the shallow straggling
transplanted season
it's almost as if i had truly watered
roots
nothing to conceal, clear look, clear
eyes to clear face
i figured, let me stand as tall or
wise, hands behind my back
here was the hope: (all possible)
here was the task: hands busy mouth
moving
with 90 degrees of spring days, the dusty
weeds compete for geometry,
for attention, each young plant,
brassica, allium and otherwise
then i remember the cautious quote, trying to grow
under shadowed branches,
the fullness of others like the body of
a lake, like plenty of rain
with trees just beginning to find their
needs, met
a dress of spiderwebs walked me home,
happy & alone
ready for thunderstorms when they are
ready for me
6/20/12
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