(There) You Are(There Again)

 

looking like you never once purposefully

disappeared from our view. Like a river running

clean through a fog's lying heart. Like

standing thunder, suddenly gone solid enough,

within a crazed hungry countryside, like a smile's radius, to be seen and heard

and with a skin tone like

a pool of more than

 

one tortured piece of fallen apart sky. I might be frightened.

I don't know. Some part

of me wants to laugh at being dreamed up,

at my fate. To be

in love with such a wicked

girl. Looking like an illuminated

cloud from a Parish notebook.

 

Like a somewhat larger than

expected whale swimming just below

the wooden heart of this

little boat like a wildest possible

beast. Perhaps if I drum

on the memory of another

lifetime you'll understand I

 

meant you no harm. I

can't help wanting to know

you like one would get

to know a moon light from

staying out much too late and

not caring about certain consequences

of dancing on pirate winds. 

[My hand contains no bridal brush,I'm sorry,
neither by story nor poem,
for I would only that
your living feet remain a revelation
that sometimes touches down
into all that I am,
letting me experience such wondrous flight again and again.]









Bonus poem:

Poem for John

He was one of us-- 

That's all you need to

Know. Good man. Goo goo

Goo joob. I once had

This dream in which the
 

Two of us sat drinking

Coffee together

Across a warped

Butcher's table( he

Was wearing red socks). 

I told him I loved

Him and we both started

To laugh and then I woke

Up crying and he

Was gone. Goo goo joob.