Three poetics from the sunshine
You thaw into time having frozen over it – thin ice on a lake of fish and memory surfacing at the reeds; the patient summons of a healer in the hermitage of you – a real place with members and children, rationals and mediums, and as many microclimates as atoms, and a path, trodden and inviting, but your feet cannot stop loving the uncut grass. ~ The sea left rivulets of wishes all over my body, splitting me back to moving pieces the wishes dried to white, new veins, salty, subcontinental, stretch marks that come off in the shower they travelled as one breath through pipe filter chemical chemical tank sea animal, across sky tropic soil root fruit stomach art sex fight dance, through everything, through me the sea made known her wishes, jogged the memory of everywhere, by the infinite trails she set to dripping off my minute-long limbs, and then the wishes were mine again and they went went went home which was motion and they came came came a hint, a glint more true. ~ Heat is a door, a road, a novel or a breeze who takes the browning fruit of an old story off my hands. And if the days won’t cool in my lifetime or in anyone’s, let me offer my expirations, at least, for the sun to singe. And if by the skin of our teeth, through chattering and sweating, sleeping and screaming, we do emerge – which we will because we are – it will be because of fire as much as love. ~
