for our families, works in progress
yes, all the feelings come back
i thought maybe
but then—doesn't matter, they're back
the happy sensations
those that come from somewhere in the gut
and radiate updowninout
professor eliot says trés e e cummings, lynn
it makes me hungry
here it is blue skies
yes, it is time to run
to face the hills
and thoughts that are filling my head
i can write or run and i want to run
words have done the trick
but they're empty calories and they're adding up
i've missed this, you, i'm home, but i have to write this
The day we went sailing, the sixteen-footer,
Chasing the wind across the lake, the rippling
Telling us when to tack, come about, jibe—jibe ho!
Oh, you were splendid in the sun; the water,
It was at it should be—wine dark, and oh so wet.
Then the wind slacked and died, drifted
Off to south, leaving us becalmed, and the sun,
So recently our friend, turned harsh, vengeful,
And you, you growled, grrr, and I despaired.
No shade, into the water I dove, painter
Between my teeth, the dock a mile off.
It was a perfect day, because we lay in the shade
Of the cottage and kissed and laughed
At our misfortune, and our very good luck.
That night, surely you remember, we drove
Into the hills to watch the sunset, we stopped
By a trestle bridge on a logging road, and it rained,
Just enough to dampen your hair, more of a mist.
We talked about your family and mine and
We talked of other things, we must have, because
We talked until the chill drove us to the car.
We came on a cafe in the middle of nowhere,
Though it must have been someone's somewhere,
And had coffee and cigarettes by the fire.
Maybe it was two days, maybe a warm summer day
And a chill autumn day. Maybe one of the days
Was on lake somewhere in the north woods,
The other up in the Olympics. Maybe it wasn't you. Yet.
Remember, before the bark beetles left nothing
Of it, of the pines, the pine covered mountains,
Climbing at Silverhorn, top-roping
Between afternoon showers and mosquitoes,
Your legs trembling like a sewing machine?
But you reached the top, and did your happy dance,
Rappelling down, then having cheese and apples
While sitting on a picnic table at the base of the rocks.
I carved our initials in the table, with a loving heart
Around it—LS + CD, k-i-s-s-i-n-g up in a tree,
first comes love, then comes marriage, then comes
baby in the baby carriage, god, we could talk
Forever those days, and make love all night.
So I remember. Or, am I remembering tomorrow?
you could always read my mind
and i can read the future
i don't understand why i'm looking back
when it lies ahead
i can see it, and you know it
yes, all the feelings have come back
let's take a walk on the wild side
i'll light the candles, you pour the wine
Poetry by one trick pony
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Written on 2015-11-06 at 14:38
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