Since boyhood came the sound.

At eight in a field of snow
Under a sky blue and high
I heard the sound.

At sixteen after love’s embrace
On sheets stiff and white
I heard the sound.

At twenty-two in a place green and lush
Under skies filled with war
Above all I heard the sound.

At thirty-two in early morning light
As I comforted my infant son
I heard the sound.

The sound of all the world trying to fall in love.


© 2016

You make my heart coil
into the seed it once was
before the dirt and sun
I think I’ll lock it up in a chest
and throw it into the sea
you think it’ll grow
with all that salt?
I bet it would
maybe even into
light that could penetrate
whirlpools