the edge of the world

Arching your back

you're cat-like

Raising my baby hairs

Read you to sleep like you wanted

until you fell asleep, no less

The shape of your face was perfect

I know no more, no less

and you don't have to know for a while

just dream and tell me the rest

The arc of the story

your eyes flood at the same part everytime

If you'd start to believe in the edge of the world with me

all of those angels, a right angle for millions of miles

I could take my last swim

The heaviest heart could still float to the top if it wanted

Will I ever see him again?

the last of his breaths were making time last

like it was still actually worth something

Coming to terms with the past

presently minding the misaligned mast

while you straighten your spine on a yoga mat

The wave will always wave back

saying goodbye to the moon

and who I left back on land

The story has got to come back

Now I'll have to notice the plot

and actually act

The audio angels and camera angles

a beam of light and beading sweat

on the stage looking out at everyone I ever met

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Your message is so nuanced, I had to read it twice to really capture where it's going. There are many interesting & unexpected twists & turns along the path this poem takes. In many places, I can relate to your ideas & at the same time, I'm amazed at how you describe things in such uninhibited terms! I'm sure there's more here that I'm not catching, but I love the way you write (((HUGS))) fondly, Margie