telescope, microscope, barometer

the air turned cold
     
late may
     and i thought you’d be
     here

two weeks ago
     skin soft and warm
     absorbed and 
sun drenched
     in rays that read
     like a forecast

immutable

     winds changed
last saturday
          your collar turned up
lips turned
down
          shoulders hunched
like trees braced
against the wind
          and oh how that mercury
dropped

     i’m not much for 
observation
     or astronomy

but i gamble      
          just a little

and I’d wager
     the heat of every 
     last
     touch
               i ever cared to savor

that our season
     has spun

     my dreams
          in retrograde 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i really like the title...

telescope= we look ahead to what we want to have...what we dream we need...
microscope= we scrutinize the "us"...what we are, if we have grown as cold as the turn in the weather...

and maybe that the warmth of us is really only in my dreams of the past.

but then barometer= what we are now...the gamble as to whether we can retroactively feel that heat again.

beautiful metaphor here.

and wow, yes, even here in southern illinois...some cold May days...but i am lovin' it.

Winds change, like relationships...turning one way or the other.

[charlie]

I'm not much for wordy reviews, but I agree totally with Mr Paz: Excellent piece, CM.

[Tree]

Dreams, and our most precious memories, wither and fray away at the edges, don't they? but the poet, the photographer, the writer, The painter, they all re/construct, keep rebuilding what is important. We don't want that landscape to ever disappear.

Excellent piece, CM