in the woods i hold silence
i wish to be a tree
it moves when moved
it does not mimic or copy
it is honest
in the woods i hold silence
i wish to be a tree
it moves when moved
it does not mimic or copy
it is honest
snowmelt drip
and geese
rhythmic patter
calls of encouragement
during the journey
to where
and from where
always these questions
i have not entered the room
where
we consumed one another.
our fleshy beings feasted.
light enters
sending shadows
moving.
a breeze, soft as breath,
stirs echoes.
it is too still today
to begin.
i hope the sun
never fully breaks
the clouds.
i hope my mind stays
foggy
and no one says a word.
my body is a memory
of you.
all this flesh,
i trace time
with my fingertips.
sometimes i stay awake
and follow the lines
that tell
of history.
or i wander in
dreams
searching for colors
associated to things
forgotten.
i wonder
about your song
then
the bird falls
silent
pools of rain water
on
the field.
they reflect the
sky
and setting sun.
the pools are set ablaze;
surface to surface
crimson to violet
and then night.
then morning &
fragmented light
buds turned inward;
last years blossoms
turned inward upon themselves
as memories.
only a
lilac tree could hold these lessons
with
such bold defiance.
blossoms
so near birth
& last
year’s buds just memories
in
dreams body
tells me things
i study you
my
body so inadequate
so very
loved yet
so inadequate for this
in dreams
body tells me things
body tells
me in dreams
of things
body always primal
body
to hide pain or joy
or even joyful pain
or pleasure
body
tell me things
things told to me
by body