Listen:
sometimes
I long to be
useless
to you
and you
to me
to clear the air
between us
of everything but
the Present
Listen:
sometimes
I long to be
useless
to you
and you
to me
to clear the air
between us
of everything but
the Present
Listen:
at times I am
bottomless
a house of ten thousand rooms
that rests on nothing
but the wind
so sound
it is soundless
at my best
my deepest
my truest
I hit
bottom
Listen:
off to the beach
stick a bare foot
out the car window
to sift the wind
with attentive toes
as you wiggle revelations
from the radiant book
of summer
play
Listen:
in a black tin box
at the bottom of the bottom
drawer near the window
where the honey locust grows
rest
my important papers
from birth to now
markers
cairns of a kind
becoming a story
of an unbearable freedom
at play
across borders
to myself