One sky looking down with clouds missing,
Spirit winds blowing in the empty spaces,
No hiding behind, no holding back, no letting be.
Listening for old sounds in the waters,
barely hearing the here and now,
Cutting away at the stains of memory.
Day filled with crystal windows,
Double sided shadows,
Bark wet from melting snow,
Sap sneaking up the roots, waiting for a headstart incidental chance,
Blossoms barely aware of themselves.
It was the sunniest day.
Dark travels, rolling across the empty highways,
Sidling up to the day,
Muddling up the after effects,
Settling up the score.
I crave those times I refused to notice,
when I lived behind the separator,
catching reflections in the transparent screen:
red snowsuits glancing by in January,
August—limp, dry, sticky with sap.
Camping in the lodgepole pines,
quiet needle carpets crunching,
always such a long way to go.
Why am I always, always last?
I am weighted down with last year’s dinners.
I see a paint drip frozen dry on the yellow wall.
Why notice it now, when the time to fix is over?
Staring out the dusty window,
Rain throwing spatters down my face.
What happens when love takes the time to strengthen,
what happens if it passes,
and the day tomorrow leaves behind
is chilled and withed,
holding us without a chance,
at the drop off point where death takes over,
how can we hold the weary fort,
when battle scars the very heart of the earth.
How can we love without knowing,
how can we hold on without a knotted center
keeping us from flying off,
how can I watch the day die
and still live to see the morning
sneaking back to life against the sallow sky?
I did, and then I turned around
and just walked out of the picture.
What could I do?
I didn't know how to talk it over.
Really, I don't want to keep harping on it, but the buildings in Manhattan keep evaporating, and nobody is paying attention! Here's another one downtown, just turning into mist before our eyes, and not a bus, not a bus passenger, nobody seems to be missing them! I don't know what to do anymore. I mean, who do you call?