The Perfect Sky
~Tess
It is too easy
to speak of the lovers,
their crimson hands, the many lips
that may not touch
without a moon between.
It is too easy to call up
from the wordless hedge
the seal-colored birds, to fix them
a dark constellation
about the cloud
that even now is fading.
It is easy too
to see the woman in the doorway
and further, how she passes
to the familiar rooms
toward the slow faces,
how from her hands are falling
the endless, the wooden plates.
Cunningly, cunningly
she gives to those of her table
and they without apology
raise their bright forks, raise
and lower, fattening imperceptibly
in the yellowed light. Made calm
by some deeper neglect
her silhouette returns to the doorway.
The birds flown so recently from the hedge
reappear as do the lovers
of whom it has been easy
to speak. Finally, it is the missing cloud
that concerns us
and what we may say
before the perfect sky.
[this is for you(tess’s words from an old book-1976) Sherry to give to someone deserving
and a promise made outloud to be gentile and unresolvingly
debonair without mordant frivolity which I ashamedly accustom of<-- I actually knew those words to say
July 24 2001
I will amaze you, maybe bore you, or the very least hopefully amaze myself
this way – those that read this and from now on feel or see otherwise can
confront, pummel and whack me senseless-
I have done two wonderful things for myself lately
and I want to do a third
you see I am annoying- at times caustically and I get carried away –
I want that to change alittle- this isn’t science or an over night project-
maybe I will be better of it……
my epiphany ‘cross Kansas---
given with some reluctance – and maybe for lookin for some help achieving that-
eddy] |
