Tuesday, August 11, 2015

Two Poems - Breathe and Then There is Peace



There is peace
in this 
vessel: a
cradle between the 
teeth of this
sea, a language 
in the soil, a wrist
waiting in some far-off,
unmolested 
light for my fingered
shadow & 
the salve of a
returned palm. 

I'm not a god the way the 
iris is, the orb of a sunlit
grape, the
mince of salt-
I am not though I am 
reborn, my web 
woven in lurid reds
and whites, a column
sand-bleached,
a lotus wrinkled
with heat.

Now in
the broken 




Breathe In/Breathe Out
pink bloodied
wings crash down
there is nothing above you
hollow rib-cage breath in
see earth 
as sea blue oval 
gasps for air
as bullet in

your child heart 
a feather
light when you breathe
dust collects 
firm grip
clinched fist 
joy every pore 
in dream
dull white and gleaning
in my sleep 
i can float
be invisible

would be perfection 
to the sky
would be perfection

but
when
I
wake

no matter 
slept through all of it
chaotic septicemia 
everyone heard the gunshot
couldn't reach their cry
it'll seem the bullet was meant to be
glade of my 
skull a river murmurs 
mother tongue and a baldfaced
woman stands 
naked against the
grass less edge, 

breathing only


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