april

In April I drifted
Choosing the late night dream state conversations
Over the morning sunlight in your eyes

In April the rains came but could not cleanse me
They struck the ground, unabsorbed by the desert earth only to evaporate
Unused and temporal.

April was the state of changes
When flowers blossomed where I had forgotten they had been
When I awoke one morning to find you silent
And me ever so much older.
The days grew long and still I went to sleep with you unheard
Ignored and I not with the clench of longing I had felt before.

O do not let the spring’s false birthing,
The birthing of a dead land from a dead mother,
Lull me serpentine from your enfolding hands.
Instead, let me see the rocks alive with thyme and iris
And see in them my beloved
Who, as I lay here with the sparrows singing,
My eyes hold above all things.