THE LEFTOVER DOOR
I DRESS MYSELF IN CLOUDS
THREE MEN CARRYING STONES
All I have known has been the making.
And while I was not making, I was loving
You forever and ever and none of that
Has changed. Does one thing preclude
I used to think not, but now
I can feel your skin and your muscles
Through your body and the smell of your hair.
The way you touched my body when you loved me.
But none of that has changed, has it?
Except that you are no longer there
When I reach into the words.
They have other jobs now.
I never would have thought they would
Weary of the travel and the cool nights
That held them together and brought
Joy to the morning and peace to the evening.
There are so many steps. There are so many
Makings. All of them remember much more than
I am able to drive to the dance, the heart open
And then open and then open again and again.
Always full of the making and your warmth
Next to my body and all the half-hidden laughter
Delighted moment by moment to be such a being.
RAIN AND THE MOUTH OF LOVE
The body spins through space.
The rain has gathered above
The house. I can hear it whispering.
Tonight my little town will be its chair.
I will listen to the glory it brings from the throne
To this wandering room my body has become.
I stutter. I try to make my words of the most
Precious of things, tree sap to amber, clear
Water to opals, pushing stars into rubies
That one can gather to themselves while they sleep.
All that is radiant awakens within me again every
Moment. I will wait here for you, on my knees,
Just to see you take my heart from moment
To moment. I will sing in the choir, all the secrets,
All thoughts brought down to your breathing
Through me and with me and in me. The light
Will direct me away from all of nightmare and darkness.
Let these words be once again in the mouth of love.
Most people read poetry listening for echoes because the echoes are familiar to them. They wade through it the way a boy wades through water, feeling with his toes for the bottom: The echoes are the bottom.
—Medusa, with thanks to D.R. Wagner for today's fine fare!