The tree outside is dead.
Unhand me, will you? My bones
melt in the heat when I go out
in the afternoon sun.
Look how crows have replaced the leaves.
Their silent, alert eyes fix me.
They have me down as someone
who fails continually
to understand the simple things.
That water boils.
That one is alone.
That there are things one cannot bear.
They know I have lost my destinations,
that I am unplanned and motiveless.
I need to be cut down,
resprouted in some place
where land meets water
with relief
and there are geese,
fish, sea urchin.
***
This and two other poems (this one and this) in the latest issue of Yellow Medicine Review.
4 Comments
November 20, 2008 at 8:42 am
Again: WHY haven’t you been treating us to this all this while??
November 20, 2008 at 2:44 pm
I want you to put all your poems together in a book, get it published and send me an autographed copy.
Can I ask Santa to get me a copy by this Chritmas?
You and OJ tke my breath away with your poetic offerings over and over again!
November 24, 2008 at 12:42 pm
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January 7, 2009 at 7:17 am
OJ: Shy coming.
M4: Thank you for your lovely comment!