NaPoWriMo 2014 #21

painting by Luis Ricardo Falero 

A new day is worth your weight in salt

we mapped the night

scented unfurled

stealing oxygen

inhale to exhale

scene by scene

indelible tiny cuts

we acted directed

in the moment

in the slow

evaporative yearn

of our lives

mechanical strewn

along eternal lines

we are mouthed hunger

for roads, miles ahead

late April sideways leaning

windows are lemming urged

to run quickly cool to heated

warding off jesters by angle

shadows and sunlight

play geometry games

cats cradles and dusty boxes

marking time by seasons

cages bones and other articulate parts

left behind thinking by paper whites

we are arc ark and covenants

we are trailing someone, to our future and past,

who might want to follow us as a way home where

they might regard themselves

warm and cozy snug womb striations

culled pushcart peddlers

wanted Rumpelstiltskin terms

miller, daughter, every west of eden

every east of nod plum trees

and moss on the northwest passages

worn dawns curl tucked parts of morning

what’s beneath the blankets

you murmur something

in your sleeping coming

to an awakened state something

about the way birds build bridges

pierce-noting little melodies

that let you know another night

has passed and the daylight

is fighting for your attention too

EJR ©