solve for y
what ground comes
to matter
I will learn
the multiplication
of noon
instruct me
in the nature of the nature
that we fell from
so obscure
that x
like an old bass viol
Noon broke.
I walked alone, taking
notice of the ground—
a future of mine
which I shall be glad
to exchange,
raising our roof higher
to enlarge
our first moor.
I had a fine walk
in the fields—
the home I ate.
the stone is no home
for solemnity
the stone must be open
to time and ruin
approaching the ground
with no earhole
green and slow
like a ship of fools
Dear
ground,
thank you for
always being there
for us. In my dreams,
sometimes you aren’t and
I go on falling until I wake.
Thank you for letting us sleep.
Thank you for your enormous
reserves of darkness, which
we have been burning to
keep the darkness at
bay, ashes to ashes.
Thank you for
letting us
all fall
Blood drop
stretched
on its way to the ground
eyes glued to the ground
throats cleared
and smiles stretched thin
they count the patterned tiles one-by-one
two-by-two
as if the answer will fix my problems
Words emanate from my mouth,
The origin being my heart,
Leaving myself open to pain,
As I become vulnerable,
My feelings strengthen,
Which my words and actions showcase,
As I begin to fall,
In your direction,
For every moment that we share,
I fall a bit further,
Praying that you catch me,
That you accept my love,
Gifts I give,
Poems I write,
Expressing my innermost thoughts and feelings,
The ground closing in,