we are so not

what you would have us be

our body electric

our mind undeterred

our spirit unfurled

she shines

like sky

just before the thunder splits it open

her journey began in the moments before she awoke

to birdsong and wind in the high grass

her mind fertile

fluid with the rush of dreams

i had hoped for something just like this

reborn inside

carried through fire

barefoot

and to you

your precious body

full shelter and love for me

so shines leaves dripping

but for these riches

that will never

cease to amaze her

her limbs stretched

her thoughts all wrong

and ravenous

too much of a mouthful

arched back to the green, green grass

sleep not to dream

happiness is what I know at the thought of you

ecstasy is what I know at the touch of you

love is what I know, finally and completely, because of you

and all of these things, these precious things, as I now know them, I will give to you

“hope you have your camera

hope you have some paper

cause if no one gets this down

then it’s gone…”                              

targlyphs and what i imagine to be primrose

and grass green as a forgotten sea

and tenderness

what i know of it

soft and spirited and surrounding me like a dream of him

and here in my hand

a river rock

weightless for its rounded, warm state

that will dissipate

as all of this does

and spell and sky bound

and into the sea and sky again

an inarticulate language that fills me as full as would a raucous bird caught here in my chest

letting go an inescapable awareness

of tether and drift

(words borrowed from Jane Siberry, The Speckless Sky, 1985)

Targlyph: the term I penned for designs found on the streets of my hometown, also shown in photo above…