Unlocked.
curiosity
not enough reason
to explore
the stunning revelation
tugging at my coat
shall we discuss what waits for me
I know what I want it to be
sipping my tea
almost participating
in another day
only to rebel violently inside
every hour on the hour
to keep balance
passion overtakes the script
two dimensions are not enough
I am sitting beside myself
wondering
when I’ll wake up
and dance
what I’ve imagined
the floor is mine
what now, I’m captured
there’s more
I want
to see
will you keep me
in the window
shining like a holiday bauble
or may I leave
ah, to compare the river to ballet
sinuous tracing of years
sounds of laughter
amongst the reeds
wise smiles hidden in ripples
let go
that I may float
no tethers to a small world below
did I really see
the rock swallow the twig whole
or was it sleight of hand
from the swift river
playing with light
I would have thought
the mustachioed laughter
from behind the tree
told the spinner’s tale
but for the arcing fish over the falls
emulsified toes
blending with mud and moss
still carry me
to another grotto
for tea and bestial deliberation
quietly letting the date close in
when edges show tattered remnants
thinking it has no effect
so many years later
but these things resonate
and remain clear
not faded like a photograph
but vivid in a dastardly mind’s eye
horror and sunlight
gladiolas and grave sites
the scent of midsummer’s decay
swiftly along the river
echoing in a morning bird’s call
when sky was young
we danced on tender grass
when stars grew dim
we made love til sun brushed by
following shadows far into a new day
if you were here
I know just how you’d taste
if I were there
the trees would sing our song
bending to touch a love story
when we but listen
breezes carry our names
when we look again
all we are is spelled out in the ground
growing love in earth’s embrace
The Word Rummager 