lake speaks
I knew I was a mirror
when I stretched myself
wide and shining
shore to shore
but who knew
that the sky
would lean down
to its reflection
and fall
who knew
that these two
limitless forests of blue
were one
with no horizon
who knew
I was
the color
of the sky
understand the night
understand the night
stand under it
as if it were your soul
poured over you
understand the night's design
the beat and hush
of great wings opening
the moon is dark
by whose light
do you see
the fire
in its hollows and crevices
stand under it
as if it were your soul
poured over you
stand under it
as if it were your soul
poured over you
understand the night's design
the beat and hush
of great wings opening
the moon is dark
by whose light
do you see
the fire
in its hollows and crevices
stand under it
as if it were your soul
poured over you
raise the dawn
red sun
with your fingers folded
do you know me
clouds upon your brow
do you remember
seeds in the urgent earth
are you waking
skin of the desert soil
are you breaking
sun
with your eyes upon me
can you touch me
white and searing
as a cymbal crashing
will you spare me
face the dawn
as if the sun
were rising
where will I plant my feet
to raise the dawn
with your fingers folded
do you know me
clouds upon your brow
do you remember
seeds in the urgent earth
are you waking
skin of the desert soil
are you breaking
sun
with your eyes upon me
can you touch me
white and searing
as a cymbal crashing
will you spare me
face the dawn
as if the sun
were rising
where will I plant my feet
to raise the dawn
it's only that
you own the air
and the far violet rim
of the earth
is yours
and the sudden forest
blooming
when you brush past me
here, where I'm showing you
it's only that
my heart
beats to the rhythm of wings
in your air
it's not
that I need you
you own the air
and the far violet rim
of the earth
is yours
and the sudden forest
blooming
when you brush past me
here, where I'm showing you
it's only that
my heart
beats to the rhythm of wings
in your air
it's not
that I need you
joy opens
your hands
each morning
and at noon
when you find your arms
rising
as if the sun-sprinkled dust carried them
upward
what is it
that lifts your palms
like pollen
forcing your petals apart
what is this
joy
this
never-ending
beginning
your hands
each morning
and at noon
when you find your arms
rising
as if the sun-sprinkled dust carried them
upward
what is it
that lifts your palms
like pollen
forcing your petals apart
what is this
joy
this
never-ending
beginning
come out, you say
into this element
love has a heaviness
to rest your head upon
come out, you say
love has a shape
to hold us
when we slip like shadows
into the night
stepping into
the bare current
come out, you say
there is no breaking
in this element
more ancient
than air
into this element
love has a heaviness
to rest your head upon
come out, you say
love has a shape
to hold us
when we slip like shadows
into the night
stepping into
the bare current
come out, you say
there is no breaking
in this element
more ancient
than air
bowl of orchids
why I don't write poetry
why I don't write poetryjust
open my head
and look in
see the flock of pigeons
turning, suddenly
as if thrown
a hundred wings
catching the sun
in a dazzle of white
and my breath fills
with the same
gold
words cannot hold it
see the raven of poetry
resting its heavy feet
on my shoulder
I do not hunt, it says
I'm not a hawk,
never will be
wake me up when
a pigeon falls
I take dinner
on the ground
open my head
and look in
see the flock of pigeons
turning, suddenly
as if thrown
a hundred wings
catching the sun
in a dazzle of white
and my breath fills
with the same
gold
words cannot hold it
see the raven of poetry
resting its heavy feet
on my shoulder
I do not hunt, it says
I'm not a hawk,
never will be
wake me up when
a pigeon falls
I take dinner
on the ground
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