poem 164 of a poem a day for 2012

what my lust believes

that I am as real as rain

that I am a root writhe

that I dive in for taste

for the promise surrender sings

when my eyes roll back to the brain

to get my nose’s approval

I want to validate the memory of painted caves

reaching inside me as rivers do

when they cut the land into valleys

I know that time is itself a poem

whisking divinities into solar winds

that lip every Moon for orbital certainty

you can find me coming to

when no words can catch what my exhales find

in the pattern-less chaos

words already know each turn of mine  

they’ve been driving the bus, letting me off

along the boulevard a ways from my destination

so I can walk into my needs along the way

so I can hang smiles in slow spread simmers

when night is full with late leaned May

in the rain, in the canopy of leaves

and I am clinging to bite anyone besides myself

I remember every time I had ever felt alone

as if I were the clouds smelling their way back

as if I were reaching into the Earth again

as if the picture of my every bend became as clear 

as the bells of my eyes closing to time for being old

because they know the rain is just my soul

with the weight of water and gravity

taken hold of each breath

when it knows I am lusting

ever-lusting to believe in me again

EJR ©