Tuesday, June 06, 2006

I Closed My Eyes

I closed my eyes,
And in my mind I saw the sea.
I saw the sea, green and pale,
The moon shown on her
The wind blew my hair.
She was warm and welcoming
And deadly.

posted by dyingember at 10:02 PM

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

a green sky

the sky was thinning like the sad cast of wisdom makers
finding that in the end the crippling
was a force of reckoning

storms had come before
and when I looked the sky was green
and I still had twenty miles to drive into it.

something in me said it did not matter
and I let go of the scarf you had made for me
that summer in ‘72

and the scent of licorice filled the truck
as the dobro gave a whine
I righted my path

sometimes, I have said, only the least bit of light will let you
know…and I still forget
the words to songs I refused to sing

yet farewells are for autumn and summer is for festivals
we can keep our markers in the water
and continue to sail away from each others thoughts

I never did mind that reverie
miles of tuning and trading designs of fallen angels
grasping for eden

sometimes I remember being sixteen spinning in circles
looking up at the stars and forgetting my name
attempting to win a prize of valor

I have forgotten the name they called me then
as well as the others that followed
as tired as I became; I stood still

never mind; this is not about riding out a storm
or match sticks or the sycamore in spring
or even that love is a mockingbird

it’s about not knowing what mattered when it didn’t matter
and what matters when it does or that it still can become as meaningless
as a stone when we want it to be

it is only that in twenty years I want to remember this evening
after reading some passage of pomes about the stampede we reluctantly embrace
under our breathing uncalculated impossibles


“…but before they fade they stand perfectly embodied, all
the past lapping them like a cloak of chaos.”
My Sad Captains by Thom Gunn

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