12 August 2020

summer 2017
A half-mile of woods separates our house from I-290
the muffled cries of cars and semis make their way through the leaves
that constant murmur in everything
under foot
in your chest
filling the forest with souls
The trees had their own tongue
their bodies groan and their leaves loud
in the wind
I thought the murmur was another of theirs
I spent the summer sleeping in the yard
listening to the owls and ghosts
I dreamt of my childhood
running barefoot
avoiding rocks
hidden under mud and wet leaves
picking wild violet and clover
in the grass
whispering into bark
warming my hair in the sun
bloody knees

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20-05-09
waiting for the bath to fill and listening to the mingling of water inside and out
fat drops hitting the glass, hard
and the wind shivering the windows shaking
i can see the ailanthus outside my window
the leaves of heaven tremoring like new jerusalem on its way down
the skies have opened and heaven is knocking
the reckoning is upon us
you have come home

20-07-14
the blue settling in
lightening bugs flitter above the grass, between the maple
tiny phoenix— out of the dirt, flames
I am perpetually on the edge of tears
what is a world without worship?

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sedyntimet
it was easy to feel like G*d in those moments
watching the light pulse and the trees oscillate between budding and blossoms
time flattened
my head in your lap and your hands in my hair
my love spewed out of me, uncontainable, spilling spilling, no end in sight no idea where it could all possibly go
it surrounded and poured into everything around us
it made the light and the harts and the foxes and the bats and the bramble and the lilies and water
it brightened the stars and i lost myself in them, blinded
but you picked me up and bandaged my knee
everything is bittersweet
I swallowed the book and it was sweet in my mouth like honey
and I was full, swallowing swallowing hoping to absorb some thing to hold on to
but there’s no more and my belly is bitter
sitting in a field listening to the robins call back and forth I think about you
the sun warming my hair
crawling through to hold my neck, my back, i think about you
with soft grass cushioning my steps
my heart is breaking, breaking and mending back and forth every moment I think about you is the future
I cried in the morning, overwhelmed by your absence and by evening I was at ease again
time is flat and we’ll be together again
and in the interim i will love you easily

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