clocks that fish, rituals that wish...

FOTOGRAFÍA DE CRISTINA GARCÍA RODERO ©

grave robbing the invisible

we found life

in the shallows

of Jocasta

at low tide

inside the ways

we used to look

at each other

we were joyful

and incredulous

we both knew

roller coaster oscillations

were our thing

we wanted to play

to sing silences beneath

a disco ball

a captured night sky

when we were indoors

we mirror swept rhymed

we were the dark parts

a soul keeps dawn at bay with

we were wept whetted by reflection

we were politics of chance

and chemistry

we were ionic

and covalent bonds

who we were

was not as important as

what we did

with any moment

that had captured us

in rise and fall

in lies and truths

that called to us

asleep and alluring

enduring the parts

of our souls

that were the creative ties

binding us

to each other

wave after wave

king and queen

to maid and knave

master to slave

we at once allowed

and disavowed any why

in order to sharp stick

any ugly we had left

caught in our eyes

so yes, Antigone

those ways we used to see

when blind included crawling

with spade and intentions

along the tongue cliffs

above the seas

and time

we never once

had to mention

we had come

to feed language

between decay and bloom

with articulate bones

in order to feel alive

inside each other’s reasoning

for staying long enough

in love

to leave

a scene

unseen

EJR ©