my mind,
it thinks in rhythms and double times.
there is a beat in my head
beyond my heart.
soft and easy doubt.
such silence in this residence.
I grow sloppy for want of reason.
how is it that uncertainties
so mellow at first
can creep upon us in
a universe with no want of distraction?
when I know there is no echo
that can reflect back to me
what I want to hear most from my own lips.
at the edge again of a vast and empty chasm.
where my head will wonder, I know not.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
on family.
when all around me is without form,
there is a jaded peak on which to toil.
when honor and respect seem long dead virtues,
I may always find a society
where they are demanded.
when the weak are easy to leave behind
and I begin to feel more than merely capable,
there is a constant on which to dash my hopes.
all else seems strange,
like stepping into a cave and seeing only
the prehistoric animals which haunt those places.
when words have abandoned and failures mount
like snowflakes on a drift.
love stomps giantly,
stumps gallantly.
I am uncertain but content.
there is a jaded peak on which to toil.
when honor and respect seem long dead virtues,
I may always find a society
where they are demanded.
when the weak are easy to leave behind
and I begin to feel more than merely capable,
there is a constant on which to dash my hopes.
all else seems strange,
like stepping into a cave and seeing only
the prehistoric animals which haunt those places.
when words have abandoned and failures mount
like snowflakes on a drift.
love stomps giantly,
stumps gallantly.
I am uncertain but content.
Motion
lithe and graceful.
soft and comforting.
move like a woman,
always the top priority.
pressing decisions flood my mind.
when
when every thought seems cloudy,
what do I know except
move like a woman?
there are cosmic problems.
physics. mathematics.
millions of questions I can't answer,
but the best,
the only strategy I can account for,
is the ideas,
the presence of a woman.
always perfection.
always knowledge.
how can I solve the orbit of the planets,
when I know nothing of motion but to
move like a woman?
soft and comforting.
move like a woman,
always the top priority.
pressing decisions flood my mind.
when
when every thought seems cloudy,
what do I know except
move like a woman?
there are cosmic problems.
physics. mathematics.
millions of questions I can't answer,
but the best,
the only strategy I can account for,
is the ideas,
the presence of a woman.
always perfection.
always knowledge.
how can I solve the orbit of the planets,
when I know nothing of motion but to
move like a woman?
Campus
Tingling, heart-racing feeling
A newborn calf unfurling its legs
Wobbling, rocking from side-to-side
Jolting forward still covered in
Birthing slime and straw
I am alone
Knees skinned, car dinged, pocket empty
This is deep space
Thick wilderness untamed by my people
Home is a distant memory
Of sweltering midwives' rooms
And deep mountain wombs
My legs are long puppy spindles
My hands soft lamb skin
My brain is full of mush
My ear of lullabies
The surface of the world is paved and icy
All that fills me is green
Tree and leaf and stagnate brook
I am alone, and the silence brings fear.
A newborn calf unfurling its legs
Wobbling, rocking from side-to-side
Jolting forward still covered in
Birthing slime and straw
I am alone
Knees skinned, car dinged, pocket empty
This is deep space
Thick wilderness untamed by my people
Home is a distant memory
Of sweltering midwives' rooms
And deep mountain wombs
My legs are long puppy spindles
My hands soft lamb skin
My brain is full of mush
My ear of lullabies
The surface of the world is paved and icy
All that fills me is green
Tree and leaf and stagnate brook
I am alone, and the silence brings fear.
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