Standing in Place

Standing in Place

 

You have advised me to forget about the angels,

leave the horses, drop the trains,

but it may be necessary to resurrect everything.

There is a bony, ordinary path, that people stay on

& linger to their own privacy & symbols.

Sometimes I see a big city girl

stomp through the fields in her lost circles.

She is stomping plants she cannot name.

She knows there is an airport

somewhere in the vicinity of flowers.

It is irksome to be led by rocks.

She is mumbling the litany of a stranger.

How do these people walk on so much softness?

What is this winding river without a road marker or sign?

Last week I had the end of my house

cut into a window. A man installed sliding glass.

The birds watch me singing in my kitchen.

I can hear the morning train five miles away.

There are twenty horses grazing in a far field.

Sometimes they switch acreage with cattle.

I see the current of the river move

in a slow motion of shadows & hard shine.

As for angels, I am always looking for a guardian.

I am on a mission to entrap their grandeur.

I want to slap their imperial lips into a red consciousness.

I want to chip their gold teeth of perfect kisses.

I want to decorate a bedroom of dusk & dawn.

And you! my big visitor! may join me.

 

 

Reviews

[holly]

This was mesmerizing - I felt as though I was standing beside you watching the life outside. The line about having the end of your house cut into a window gave me the sense that you wanted no barriers in your house. Beautiful.

[W.k.kortas]

Boy howdy, have I missed the images that only you can provide. This is the wonderful stuff that is your norm; don't be away so long next time.