I find myself smiling as I walk, lost in our future.
Holding hands and smiling,
seeing adventures in hidden places:
rain, sun, snow, through any storm you are mine.
nothing can drown our parade, not now; not ever.
you aren't a guest like the others before you,
they only stayed until it was no longer convenient but you,
you seem to be permanent
always there.
I lose myself in daydreams of you and I,
lazy mornings and busy afternoons,
having fun and loving...
when you love.. oh god you love with your whole being,
you love with your heart, your mind and your soul;
you bore your soul to me and I felt that love too.
I understood how you gave everything for one person,
slow cello music
pushing the velvet armchair
as the rain comes down
Allegro assaiI have often thought of this music
in certain ways:
That its means
are what it means,
and no one
should ask more.
The tools incised it
intaglio
on a whole century---
fused
Style Galante into
the blood of a man---
to raise it
height and breadth,
and of which
one says singly:
In the summer of 1968
I became a vegetarian.
Reasons: 1) To become plantlike.
2) To stop consuming.
3) To live like a member of the Third World.
4) To do it.
I did it
making friends among bushes and trees
frowning on porkchops in the supermarket
denying the environmental pressures
plunking down roots in the earthly sources
attaching myself to the ground
loving the rain
drawing toward the sun.
Enter, the merciless sponge of the System
the wilderness going down
under falling water
lies a bird
with a broken wing.
near a lake
that is blue
from a sky
that is blue.
on a green bed
it flops
& seeks the source
of the rain;
into the rain
it flops
seeking the source.
other birds
pay no attention
comb fragility from your hair
as your white steel breasts break the contours
of silvered glass/
Let your mouth move me over rooftops of raininfinitely,
tongue of rose/
nail me
to a cross of down/
Roaring sound ticks
thru the clock loud
thunder cloud
under-
neath the
bed my
head roars
rain pours
buzz buzz
drops hum
woman
sets things
right time by
clocks
locks the
hours tight-
And there will be time
it was said
to follow the goat-herd
into the mountains
and dance to the
shepherd's music.
But the rain
was strong
insistent
and long.
Our heads wet
we slept together
on the hay
with only a song
for passion.
health
holy
wholesome
hole
mole
sole shallow
pole
hale
words
a little
sky
foot
the earth
all over
loosening
the rain
see each
thing
one
combination
or
another
possibilities
of rain
That the neighborhood might be covered
by one roof, occured
this morning, Snow on the ground
phonepoles, flagpoles,
windows, so many chimneys,
even up the hill
grass smoking out west
the tides, clouds from the past
vanishing rain
the base.
beaten out,
death when you don't want it what you like
is a plain object
the long-trunked clouds
a weltered event
shale fish broken off
vine spread
on that wall
invisible years birds
fly
the earth need
motion
a dial of wind forms
roars a little some cat
wavering
or fitful reflection
branches through rain
from a lightening sky
the clouds parade
no army
there is no time
no vision that presses