that does not matter,
e n e r g y
you can hear the spotted dear
following your footsteps, tasting the salt
from your blog .
I remember four elements and states of matter
four tastes on the tongue and four corners of the mind
t h a t is ALL
As a child, riding in the car
passing under the old cement bridge
it was new, then . . .
As a young woman, struggling to be
equal to the officer men
who thought her
she was more
even with the chin hairs
her stepson whines
I should trim
As an old lady
great – grandmother
struggling to hold a pen
scratching her head
she likes the hidden word
CAPITAL LETTERS, small things.
There was a stair case
And there were steps.
There was a tree and
There were branches.
There were branches and
There were twigs.
There were twigs and there were leaves.
There were leaves and there were veins.
There were veins and there was sap.
There was sap and
we stood on the rooftop, five floors up
gazing out to the west, over the Pacific
flowing cold currents bending south
I can make the dolphins come and go
whistling and kissing at the air
with her drug addicted, whore lips
my mother believed her
they were my neighbors, after
The stones have their part to play, their hard role.
We flesh and blood mortals will come and go,
then rest beneath their shadows of death.
Yet one water drop can freeze, crack their cold,
and crumble these towering giants of old.
Reborn as sand, their grains will populate
a thousand holiday beaches, countless
as stars spinning above our dreaming heads
while we lay down beside lover and mate.
His grace was undoubted, flying straight
toward the goal, an arrow shot from
Cupid’s bow, unhindered by his loss
of night, unchained from his weeping heart.
You might have heard it whistle past your
ears, once, after the harsh twang of string
propelled it forward through its nine lines.
Syllables measured the same number,
and there was no end until it struck.