we
drink throatily
do
we stand
at
the water's edge
just
to look
and
not to drink
I
think not
because
by
the very nature
of
our composition
we
are salt,
water
and iron
and
we are meant
to
be here
burning
ourselves
into
the rain
that
the leaves
are
weighted with
as
Autumn falls
gravity
fingers time
turning
sand into glass
and
back again
so
all our insides
are
in the jars
we
seal to keep ourselves
wanting
to open doors
in
the dark
with
little pulls
and
clicks of joy
that
one incandescent
light
bulb can bring
when
hungry
and
thirsty
and
wanting to sing
EJR
©
No comments:
Post a Comment
Hello there ...