Quotations

When we were the only "right now" that we knew of,

our colors condensed to the yellow of light where a lamp

lit a corner we knew without name. Until now it is there.
Until now, simply "there."

But a pronoun to sum what was sacred between us:
the courtesy creaked from the wooden bone legs
of a bench while we stowed on a mold coat of time,
the sensation of home in our terrible posture,
the wonderful mess of your arms on my thigh.

But what mattered the most was the bending of logic,
the twisting of fact for the telling of truth; like
"we'll never grow old" meant I'll try not to lose you,
believing in God meant believing in you, or like
"we are the only 'right now' that we know of" meant
we are the only 'right now' that we know of

'til time and the corner began to build streets, raise a house
where a mouth yelled the sound of your name
so your color could strip off the yellow of light
and "good night" could begin to mean simply

goodnight.

Reviews

[Emily B]

someone asked me what light means yesterday . . . something about the concreteness of something that is so liquid, you can bend light he said, and I thought you can't pour it in a tea cup

To me, I guess, light is more of a state of mind. A spirit. The absence of darkness. So glad to read new words from you.

[Emily B]

I think that, like your words, I would know your images anywhere, should they ever get up and walk away without your name

[Emily B]

I came looking for your words today. It's been too long since we've seen new ones. I hope that your art is flourishing. Your stunning photographs and your breath-taking poems . . . don't be gone too long

[Emily B]

it all used to be so simple, words were defined concretely . . . corners and streets and houses and yellow of light were all things that we just knew. I wonder if I wait long enough, will good night begin to mean simply good night again?

[Raef C. Boylan]

Let me echo Emily below: it's great to see a new poem from you.
I like how it flows, particularly the third stanza; each line kind of blends into the next and it's very 'internal dialogue' - except that it feels more like a passionate declaration or vow. Enjoyed the matter-of-fact narration too, it carries the profound language nicely.
I don't really know what else to say, other than that when I read this, it felt somehow important and urgent. I guess that's because I have high respect for your intelligence and ability.
I think I get what's being conveyed here but I'm, not 100% sure.
Very cool write, thanks for sharing it [and thanks for your review the other day].