Saturday, August 25, 2012

GOING TO THE RIVER

1.
If you take
A short-cut
The river
Will never see you,
Go the long way,
The long way,
Go the long way
Around.
 2.
Thursday I
Strut out my bones,
Knee-deep
In wet grass,
Knee-bone
Connected to my head-bone,
Head-bone
Connected to the river.
Connections.
A multitude of connections.
 3.
A moth flares
Her skin in the dust,
Flicks its tongue,
Drags his colors
Across the shore.
At this distance
Who can be sure
Of sex, that such creatures
Have any bones at all,
A snake, a moth.
A man has bones,
He tells you so,
Yet his shadow
Bends without breaking,
Glides without flying,
Folds without tearing.
I break myself apart
& put myself together,
Strutting through
The high grass,
Going to the river.