Beneath

Five short poems about what lives beneath what we can see.  They are from the collection, Feather and Leaf, and, if memory serves, were written in their initial form more than 30 years ago.   Hope you enjoy.   

 

Nine

born

after birth

after sex and

the truth seeking wisdom

that is ageless and ageless

but unreliable and fleeting and soon

gone and forgotten and a small part

of your brain is trying to remember something

you know you once knew but have lost

like the key to a house you never find

 

Genes

i have felt

the fingers of the night

slip out

from the loam

like earthworms

and find themselves

alive

in the moist

grass

and the cool

wind

of a summer evening

 

The Fishing Huts

we cannot close their mouths

or silence their terrible syllable

of unforgiveness

 

the souls have flown

from their bodies

leaving eyes black    

mouths agape

 

the howling wind has gathered

their souls

like dust of snow

against a western wall of night

and together they are fading

in a flurry of madness

from us

 

so that through

the barren landscape

it is all we can do

to stay awake

 

trekking across

the expanse of the lake

with buckets of ice

for their bodies

frozen in the fishing huts

 

One

what arms raised against us

empty words with no messages or voices

clouds following through the night until

there are no clouds no sky

slaked thirst pitiless fires scorching

tongues that have lost

all willingness to taste

fallen from their mouths

rolled into balls of dust and blood

lost rivers meandering unbounded

over the minutes hours years

hollow within

we reach into the void

grab the gloved hand

of a faceless companion

remember

we have been here before

 

Autumn Movement

a leaf in autumn

slips beneath

the lying surface

of a shivering pond

 

its image suspends there

 

(geese fly

the pale sky

rolls a cold gray

the drums of autumn

descend below the horizon

 

if there is a single will

or omniscient thought

once meant to rule

it is no longer of this world)

 

for a moment

as to inquire who

is here to view

 

and then before

the solid rule

of winter’s solitude

departs by angle

and dimension

beyond the ken

to another universe

and is gone

 

 

 

 

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