Calm . . . Come!

 

 

I am not trying to summon

all the ghosts and angels

hidden in this body, or each

sound of violence or

the tender fathering

stored in this union of senses

carrying me around

from places to unknown places

 

Overwhelming is the moment

when I recall countless

deaths and small silences

like kingdoms coming

and going without traces

 

With all my senses open

I close my eyes to let in light

to kiss my enemy and my beloved

to caress the beast & let

the birds return in pairs at dusk

to nurse old and new wounds

to make myself invisible

in each transient dream

to protest against nothing

at this precious moment

to acknowledge every

existence in the fragrance

to see the stars slowly heal

to wait for the ocean

finally calm . . .

Come!

 

 

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2006

z.z.