February 9, 2013

I live between solitude and gratitude 
because I cannot endure either. I dart
like light off the surface of a planet. 

I want you for want of myself. 
I tout my values in poems, using delicate language 
on even the most rugged of subjects. And in the heat

of the winter storm, I think of spring. 
I imagine the walks I’ll take. 

Meanwhile, sun pools into your footprints as you leave 
them in the snow. 

If I’m like the sea at all, it’s because I move
in crosscurrents, one day in languor, the next in anger. 
This poem may be longer than my life, 

our lives, these aleatory stories we solder together.
If I’m like the sea at all 
it’s because it’s hard for the sea to forgive 
the river her sins.

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Meanwhile, sun pools into your footprints as you leave
them in the snow.

your descriptions are always pefection but what i enjoy most about your poetry are the little threads of philosophy, the unique insight you have of the world that takes the poetry to a new level. The last three lines here would be a perfect example, raw, moving, original... i enjoyed this a lot.