BROWN BAG
In a brown grocery bag at the back of a closet behind the vacuum cleaner, I find a folder of poems dating back to this time.
EMBRACE
There is a tree
with a gnarled root
that I embraced in summer.
Close against its breast
I heard the miniature sounds of life,
the tread of ants,
the rustling caterpillars…
And the sunshine seeped into my skin.
Gazing on my bare body,
I saw golden hairs glinting
on the fair swelling hills,
in the gentle valleys.
And I lay down among the leaves
while the wind blew over.
But time passed
and the day grew cold.
Then I saw how the secretive dark earth
had crept around me,
how the leaves lay decaying between my limbs.
I heard the worms whisper
in passing beneath me,
where I lay shivering in the shadows
while the wind blew over.
UNSEEN
Sunny days and breezy nights
on a windswept deck
of faded white
and the taste of sand.
Flying fishes and the crash of waves,
the shadowy beach
so smooth and bare,
like a girl’s cool belly
where the wandering tide has been
When nights are warm
I stroll along the sea
among the looming caverns
and sound and spray.
One evening I’ll dissolve
unseen into the shadows,
leaving only moonlight
and the incurious stars.