Poem for Sunday, October 21, 2012

Effects of Transience

what she would do:

come in with the storms, crush the browning leaves
between her toes. ramble about how she belongs to
the night. how she loves every grain of salt in my
body. how chilly moonbeams feel when they graze
the nape of her neck.

the world wanders among her enumerations. they
are evergreen crown canopies--sky-blotting. she
speaks in Hopi myths, sleeps in the bed of a truck.

sometimes i wake up moving, she tells me. i like it
because the road is smooth and the moths never
bother me. i can see the faces in the stars all parallel
above me. they know i am a recusant. they know
where i am going while i do not.