all the world
moves away:
the alchemy of a western beach
remembers me,
how i once fell in love
inside your secret heart.
when i am the sky
all my clouds are filled
with water..
then screaming children
pretending to be shorter
in the creek,
my feet
desperately trying
to grow roots
amongst the relentless algae.
always slipping.
my tongue is tied to a swing,
one rope busted
& dangling
towards soft grass.
the oak above
was once my lovers body.
her eyes still cling
to the rusty leaves,
one breast hanging:
a carved heart
with initials missing.
waking up
is like starting over.
take spring, for instance,
& how it moves
in the opposite way
of autumn
yawning it's airy yeasts
into our lives.
i have loved in this way,
burned up in the summer
& frozen by the end
of a conversation
we once had.
i've been sleeping
for more than ten years
without resting.
my skin makes me tired,
how it seems
to move despite me:
fingers soft on my arm,
breath steaming
across a forgotten cheek.
& everything that is silent leaves me.
a memory of a poem
left on the bathroom mirror:
the power was out.
a face looking back
full of questions.
from then until sunset
without feathers,
the miracle of loving
under wraps.. |
Submission Name: everything that is silent 
