a geography of containment

my shadow stretched out

Venus as lit up as I

sisters of another planet ,

same universe

the same universe that has been peaches all day

so good it was spooky

I move, now, with new senses that I have no name for

four-legged

sure

cautious

there are, of course, other planets and stars domed all around me

glow and pixel

and the moon

well, she has been working all day, all month , always

to be whole

a perfect source of light

have on hand:

a few moments

• a design (teepee in my case)
• charcoaled wood (of the fire before)
• kindling
• brown paper bag
• caked firestarter
• solid, dry, dense wood (on top)
• matches
• a sense of how jacked up and achingly beautiful and fleeting it all is
• or, better
• an awareness thereof
• work
• tools
• some analysis
• some strategy
• but dreaming too
• and openess
• a sense, an awareness of your own unfinishedness
• your lingering arrogance
• so, dance
• relaying your music’s (Miles Davis in my case) energy
• you feel me?

striated and blue

worn to something ethereal,

full of holes

but, still a sewn thing

or, perhaps, webbed would be the better term,

wet and catching transient light

illuminating the silken, pale and scarred skin underneath

until that day she decided to let go

someone once said that I choose to wear black

because I cannot get past trying to please him

I wanted to dismiss her and her color story, but could not

and, perhaps, that is as it should be

because he was important

and responsible and full of story and

philosophy and light “through a glass darkly”

however uncomfortable that may have made me feel

because mirrors never reflect what we want them to, do they

clarity (not always revealed in direct sunlight) doesn’t sit easily

but it is the only way forward

and that is why I love him and miss him

and continue to consult him

however poorly I may once have expressed how I feel about him

and so, I shall wear black

and look to the sea

where now and forever

he will be

don’t need to

what I know of this moment is changing, also charged

less humid

more stark

inspirational and

elemental

my wheelhouse matters

just sayin

once when I was blind

I tripped into you

lost most everything else

it felt like honey and flight and wavelength

the ground, shadowed here and again

the weather winded and sultry

and me reciting story under my breath

as leaves shivered beneath my feet

and miles passed

native, forgotten

feeling myself

I have faith in everything

and nothing

I have courage despite what lays before

and behind me

And, above all, I have love

mercurial

efficient

and impervious to any dichotomy

or reduction

heavy with dew

she skated the branch

soft

almost dropping off

her heart explosive,

rapid

her trajectory corrected

on a dime

wings incandescent,

laden with potential and refraction

yummy, don’t you think?

i remember you

your sweet earth smell

your sensual discovery and mastery of me

your tight whispered incantations

and lady ghosts

i remember how your mouth and hands and smell and voice near drove me insane

those hot thunderstorm moments

endless, blissful, stretched out magic moments standing against your powerful dark body, smoking, still smelling of you, watching the forrest edge shiver green