poem 4 of a poem a day for 2012

bunting her sonance 

silence is

what leaps

in sharp bites 

as the car door 

closes against

the cold

I breathe

a thought of you

and it freezes 

everything

about me

you stop time

mesmerize 

my molecules

all the way 

inside each 

non-located 

hidden worn 

weightless 

thinned

exhale 

of you  

this smile 

of night

the Moon

and Venus 

chase hold-tights

to the Sun's 

laggard herald 

Jupiter's golden light  

playing come 

catch me

if you can

and of course 

they always do

every arc

they make from

sonnet to symphony

peels back 

a little more

of the uncertainty

of loneliness

that orbital gravity

pursues through

every sound

that weaves

what ebbs 

and flows

tiny prayers

to throes

in the tides

to paint 

our smells

and dreams

of Spring again

each Winter time

EJR (c)