Poems
Myself, Falling
what can
unsteady a person
bring her falling
into the deepest sky?
she swims
inside dreaming
lets go
of possibility
makes dizzy the first
bone-dry second
then blueness…
*
her eyes let go
of every surface
resemble
every weather
she is everywhere
arms floating in blue
Painting Without A Sunset
The sun now
directionless, unique.
You set it in your blueness,
quite dangerous.
You don’t
redden the blue
any longer.
The center of colour,
where the face pales.
Antecedent
So, in the looking back, there I shall find the answers hooking hands, playing
with the familiarity of lying together.
Which? To each?
Perhaps I’ve been foolish but I take nothing back.