A blue velvet bag opened by this single Movement – her hand reached Into the spaciousness above And all stars’ light unpacked, and Secreted away in drawer full of daydreams. Now the seashore glistens With the promise of night, and Eternally luminous With all the befores, And all the ever afters, Moving our millions of tears Into a single smiling river. “Goodnight my beautiful bodies,” And we fly away home, laughing.
Tag: poems about spirituality
Riding passenger side, I snap shots Winding up, down in front Stability taking on long exposures. From the back seat youth mocks Our separated falconer’s aging grace. Two instant polaroids, twins Destroyed by pictures of memory. Precious and precarious, sliding There once, here once, Then at once gone again. Right heel dug into the floorboard,
Weather and evening corralled the horses inside.
Our engines idled, cooled, then died.
Suddenly yet expectantly (as ice or apple pie)
Boring holes in us with collapsible eyes —
Like summer left us in an awful rush,
So the bent boys gasped
As tall awkward girls cried.