When I awoke,
a gold hair wrapped around my ear,
across my neck, and into my mouth.
I had half a mind
to wind it around a house key and say
"Here's the rest of you, come back and see me."
Instead, I shook peace
over breakfast with a spoonful of cinnamon
and lay down in the grass to doze again.
So I dreamt
of the Argonaut and a fleece, I set
full sails and flung my sheets starboard.
When I awoke,
the story was unwrapped over me,
and I laughed with my new purpose.
I found you
on a porch swing and we were lifted
into the open sea all morning.
I said, "I have no idea
where my retold odyssey will lead,
but I love this Ithaca."
You leaned back
to rest your head, "Ithaca
also must travel."
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
After ninety-three years
After ninety-three years of her life
and twenty-one of mine,
after she learned the date and told stories
of her children as children,
Grandmother said, "You're a good man–
you have the integrity of your father."
I bent down and said I hoped so,
someday at least.
and twenty-one of mine,
after she learned the date and told stories
of her children as children,
Grandmother said, "You're a good man–
you have the integrity of your father."
I bent down and said I hoped so,
someday at least.
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
I was afraid to have half a purpose
I was afraid to have half a purpose
like the bedsheets of a priest
but you just asked if I'd be back
by dinnertime at least.
I said I'm sorry I lost my way
and that my voice is going hoarse
but you gave me a smile
and pointed me back north.
I said I can drive you out of town
and bake your favorite bread
you laughed and said you didn't care
as long as we got fed.
I was quiet Monday morning
while I learned about myself,
but without plan you took my hand
and put the book back on the shelf.
like the bedsheets of a priest
but you just asked if I'd be back
by dinnertime at least.
I said I'm sorry I lost my way
and that my voice is going hoarse
but you gave me a smile
and pointed me back north.
I said I can drive you out of town
and bake your favorite bread
you laughed and said you didn't care
as long as we got fed.
I was quiet Monday morning
while I learned about myself,
but without plan you took my hand
and put the book back on the shelf.
Monday, September 19, 2011
It's easier to return
It's easier to return. Going away
I count the telephone poles and dirt turnoffs,
to find a resting place.
Away, in the cold air and iron chair
a lion-faith smoker keeps his mouth open
and his paper hot.
Further, an empty shed, red water,
and my yellow headlights sign to me
the night's come.
Further still, an opening between silver maples
holds our dim voices and the vocals
of the city.
Again beyond, new forms and a doorman,
rich for the rest of his shift
and hopeful yet.
But home has fishing rod arms
that stretch taut, hook me sharp
and spin me in.
Since I left, you dressed our house
in mourning clothes as if it
had given me up.
I count the telephone poles and dirt turnoffs,
to find a resting place.
Away, in the cold air and iron chair
a lion-faith smoker keeps his mouth open
and his paper hot.
Further, an empty shed, red water,
and my yellow headlights sign to me
the night's come.
Further still, an opening between silver maples
holds our dim voices and the vocals
of the city.
Again beyond, new forms and a doorman,
rich for the rest of his shift
and hopeful yet.
But home has fishing rod arms
that stretch taut, hook me sharp
and spin me in.
Since I left, you dressed our house
in mourning clothes as if it
had given me up.
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Hey old body
Hey old body, here's your chance
to run downhill, headlong with a girl
and feel your knees buckle in.
to run downhill, headlong with a girl
and feel your knees buckle in.
Monday, September 5, 2011
The past five hours
These past five hours, I dug a dry well
deep into the black loam. I knew an author
couldn't leave their protagonist so far in the soil.
I heard a vice president tell twenty-seven
weary new captains the half-congratulations of
"I know you didn't mean your career to go this way."
I heard fifty thousand say "I don't mind the pay cuts,
and the days of commuting, but no one's on our side."
So I'll claim you as characters in this story, I'll save you.
Wake up, this is your first act!
Where is your desperation
when you are known?
Before I cashed this morning's check,
my nose bled. I saw my warm life course away,
and everything was first-person.
It took two hands on my shoulders to turn me back.
It took twenty-one years before I said,
"here is freedom—I dispossess myself."
deep into the black loam. I knew an author
couldn't leave their protagonist so far in the soil.
I heard a vice president tell twenty-seven
weary new captains the half-congratulations of
"I know you didn't mean your career to go this way."
I heard fifty thousand say "I don't mind the pay cuts,
and the days of commuting, but no one's on our side."
So I'll claim you as characters in this story, I'll save you.
Wake up, this is your first act!
Where is your desperation
when you are known?
Before I cashed this morning's check,
my nose bled. I saw my warm life course away,
and everything was first-person.
It took two hands on my shoulders to turn me back.
It took twenty-one years before I said,
"here is freedom—I dispossess myself."
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