Two running boys

constructive criticism always welcome

two running boys

After I read Morrison, the tombstone for me

Began to cramp a little, like a flower pot

Too tight for birthing a tree. And yes, for her

The trees meant something special, perhaps

The anti-thesis of history, one way or another.

And for this, I love Morrison, for that particular

Entrusting the chanting, and screams, and echoes

Of the drowned in something unshakable; and that the ships

Are rooted in us, which must also mean that all

The directions are rooted in us, and all the winds

Which sway us away, are rooted in us. I find peace

In that; enough peace to bump my head a thousand

Times in a window which does not break and continues

To reflect a spring, a field and two running boys; my head

Is broken, red, in pieces, but that wouldn’t be the point

Because outside me is life. And for this, I love Morrison,

Which must be also why I love water so much.  It is a

Huge revelation that depth isn’t there, and water joins,

Inexorably.

© 2014 Marri

Reviews

[xDalliance]

It's a beautiful poem Marri. I really loved it! :)

[Marri]

thank you!