life and its glitters, the boredoms that seek to write
the inspirations of death with its healing joys
and life with its uttermost sorrows
i, a fractured sky, disinclined to move,
divorced from shadow and voice
unwoken by the mild pull of the earth
an old romance of ears and eyes, yellow and round,
heavens-hopes the goals of a lifetime
waiting innocently for the rain.
i waited and the shadows of the earth
grew long until they were armies
sleeping near the bleached rocks
believing they were the blanketing dark,
breathing beside autumn’s haikus of
slumber the sharp fall of love, the
intense tide of low grass and high wall.
dreams rushing like princely streams
a beginning of clouds, clouds of black air
sweeping clear, like valleys of the wild
a wilderness so tender it could speak,
where the mighty waves froze the shore-line
with the hints of winter's first kiss
and the magics of the stars cried into fire,
not knowing the flower-beds or the laughter
or the crazy tears of a humble man.
love poured sapphires from its streams
glass-houses of light, where the oceany
air believed in vertical caves, monstrous
caverns of hopes and dreams, marble
statues with broken jaws, unearthly
branches that rose like strange trees
combing the wind into tangles of tide,
hollow night, with its breathing and
mights, its desires, its poetry of mind.
