STICKING ONE'S HEAD OUT OF THE UNIVERSE

See, here's me
just being this

bundle of
I am's

maybe 6...maybe 7
stuck halfways

between this Now and
a Past I used to be

as if I could cut
myself out of

time and space
( **** the continuum )

like the woodcut I cut out
where some astrologer fellow

crawls forward and
sticks his head out into

the universe
his hand reaching for the stars.

I used to carry it
in my left hand back pocket

later on when I would be nine
but not now.

That nine year old boy will
take it out and just look and look at it.

Until it would fade into nothingness
a ma of lines and creases.

Right now I am back when
my age is at 6's and 7's

the sudden rain of
that particular day

rain falling on
sun warm stones.

I could see myself
in one so

I decided to steal it
from the world.

Put it in my pocket
'cos I wanted to possess it

as it had possessed me.

The summers it had known.
The winters it had passed.
The history of its weathers.


I pocketed also
that yesterday rain

( it is forever falling )

drag it into this
Here and Now.

"Words...!" I beg
"...help me please!"

And the words haul it all
from that There to this Here.

Stealing a stone.
Stealing a past.

Sunrainstone
of that moment

stealing my senses
fooling time

allowing this 60 year old child
to somehow survive

so that he can
be it

all over again
a forever first time.

Take my word
for it.