It's not like the sun Or other balls of fire Stars in their own right Act wild, wrap Rock And Roll about a thirteen Year old girl who never Was the same It's more like clouds Turning the winter Gray ~
Dim light Gray lake clouds Soak the sunset Into jaundice The last eyes before Losar A thunder-spike that destroys the world Purposeful loss A gift A penetrating destruction That flies out While the waves Eat our words ~
Walking along the lake edge, there is no ice in the water itself, only the brush and boulders wear the shroud of ice. As the waves hit shore, the splatter throws a thin coat on rock and branch, on washed up driftwood, on the red plastic ball. Under the water, in the shallows, a bed frame, a broken rounded brick, infinite mottled tones, grays, reds, yellows, rest in their gleaming.
a stone a stone a lie ~
What lifts the spirit?
What lifts the Gull and the Tern?
What lifts the soul?
The spirit flies because of
what circles the leaves in the stairwell.
There is something that passes
through a hollow bone
to call in the allies
that we enlist on our journeys.
Far out on the horizon something
lifts the huge swells on the lake.
What lifts the flames in the stone
fireplace other than the wood which
exhausts itself in burning the frozen air.
Your eyelashes Delicate and soft Strands of jet That caress The rest of the world Are incredible But you don't see them.
Looking out through the window glass at the dark There are reflections of course, Things that stare back at me. I once wrote to you of your adamantine heart; You thought I meant you were hard-hearted When I really meant your diamond-like purity. I meant to speak of the hiddenness, The undisclosed vast expanse beyond ourselves When I simply said "the dark." ~
–The caress cannot be motionless;
it is by definition always in movement.
Fingertips drift along the inner Forearm & linger at the wrist Pulse is a heart thrum Prolonged through extension Distance, an urge The insistence of rhythm The hum of fluid rush A finger print brushed Along the flush of pink Flesh brings almost A quivering Almost ~