5 july 2010 ground water
Chasing little beasts carrying
youth in their hip pockets
mesmerized in frolic and mischief,
a lifelong sadness was looking
for release in the river’s
current.
immobility’s atrophy penetrates
deep, curling itself around the
heart by multiples, until, poor
heart/thing, is unrecognizable.
wood babes no longer clothe
themselves, but wildly swim
at their own distinct peril,
exposed to myriad pre-date-tors.
thus begins my 2nd death.
I saw those boys cheating again and again.
the rules of walking cliffs on
ground water’s edge were simple,
just go. throw yourself.
survival is guaranteed.
you know the cheat’s.
promise
the river wins, so to speak.
soaking my ear drums, cold
erases the blue from sky.
gravity and momentum control
thrust, for a short while
blur takes over.
(stay tuned… more to come in our next exciting episode.)