Ashes for the Journey (v)

Because someone once desire You,
I know that we, too, may desire You.
Even if we renounce all depths:
when gold lies deep in the mountains
and no one’s there to dig for it,
one day the river brings it to the surface,
reaching in stillness into the stones,
into their fullness.

Even when we don’t desire:
God ripens.

-RM Rilke, #16, Prayers of a Young Poet

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little pop-up container

little pop-up container

mind’s closed fist
opens slowly

origami bends sharp
at odd angles

not the swan
i wanted

fine china bowl smoothed
by a thousand thousand strokes

patient palms now cracked
and leaking sky

run all over this dirt
floor lick my toes blue

wait hovering eyes
over the emptiness of waves

find the faint line
of cranes

lips lift away
in surprise

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Glasses

Glasses

The lenses bend so gently
it’s like wearing water. Like when
you were a kid and your brother
put his face in the fountain
to hunt pennies and came up
shrieking stars! At parties
my friends are disappointed
they can still see each other
when they steal them off
my face, hoping, I guess,
for some kind of blurred magic.
Mostly, they pass unnoticed:
the faintly smudged
window I see through.
Only when the sun streaks
and stays or sharp neon
sizzles their rims
do I remember I am hiding
in plain sight.  At night
I set them aside to rest,
their arms akimbo
like mine.

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Eating Sandwiches

Eating Sandwiches

We eat ham sandwiches
in the lobby of the hotel
where he works.
He is soiled and dark
under the arms and eyes
from bending over soup
and chafing dishes all day.
The luxurious flesh shreds
willingly, as if in penance.
Iberico. The best.
We watch the revolving door
deliver the oblivious spectacle
of the world to our feet
like we were gods.
We don’t speak
of the waiting tests, the potential
for his blood to strangle him
from the inside someday soon.
I am not hungry
but swallow it all, unwilling
to waste a scrap. The sun cuts us
into soft ribbons, scattered
by the never-ceasing door.

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O Sleepers

O Sleepers

What beauty lurks, loosed
in the face of the sleepers

holed up on Elliot and Pine,
all but invisible

draped in denim and plastic
laid out on their sides

as we all do,
as I will tonight:

one leg gently bent
nestled on top of the other

curled in on themselves
sheltering in the doorway

of their dreams

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Untitled

Untitled

The rain, we all agreed, was torrential, Biblical, apocalyptic. And she with no god damn shoes. Homeless–tarped in a thin coat that glistened on the inside, sopped from head to foot–doesn’t do it justice. Her swamped life stowed in a handcart, lugged around behind her, looking for any sort of safe, dry place—and we said no. We with this big, empty building; this warm heart we profess to beat with the love of God’ we who gild the Samaritan in purest gold, we said no. We wrung our hands, dithering about paper cups for coffee, the smallest grace we could conceive of in a moment ruled by fear.

Out she went, wrestling all she carried with her. Again. She sheltered an extra stolen moment in our entryway, looking back over her shoulder. Evaluating. Wondering. Perhaps pitying, perhaps praying for these people who knew not what they were doing. Or fed one another the lie of it: the Body of Christ, broken for few; the Blood of Christ, poured out for some.

Or perhaps she spared one last look to shake the dust from her naked feet as we chased her silently back into the plague of rain

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Entropy

Entropy

a shapeless black sack skiffs about
above the Sound

starling-dark thrummed smudges shift sudden
to pale grey dashes

that blink black and fade
again

flip flip wingtip
semaphores snapped to

and fro in the wind
heart-murmurs marking the sway

of the sea
breathing in

and out and out
in and out and in and in

and out again

until finally a frenetic funnel cloud forms
in failing

entropic bonds collapse
down into each particular perch

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Deepstep come shining (never again).

Deepstep come shining (never again).
-elegy for C.D. Wright

She was all eyeteeth, as I recall. Oracular.
Concerned with nerves of vision and the smell of things–sweet
tea and rain on dust. What it tells you. And milky eyes. Cataracts.
And questions, grave and sad so it breaks the heart
a little in the asking. What she said
and what she meant by what she said I can’t say.
Only: sawgrass and scrub pine. Shade trees.
Only heat lightening quick, like a stab
in the side. A way of seeing, after a fashion,
that shimmered. A ghost laid by, one arm up,
over against the screen door, watching. Biding
his time until you turn and look right at it. When
he disappear. Like that. And now her, too. Deepstep
come shining. Never again. But. Her peace rose.
Her pocketful of fists. And questions. And dust.

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Meta

Meta

how odd, the mind
(mine)
minding itself
meta-meaning-making
metastasizing blooms
of memories made up
of myelinated dendrites

creeping white reefs

enervating gray matter
inside this bone bowl
(mine)
each time I marvel at
what it is to be
me

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