whether with
too quick an enchantment
or, impatient again,
almost giving up
in the care to know exactly
what you mean
that you are in the room with me
watching as I read
listening as I read
without judgment
watching, listening,
with the sublime detachment
of the immortal
while I, have learned
not to fear your judgment
not to be concerned
but just to read
in the radiance, the radiance
of your presence
(for Hugh Cobb who reminded me)
half of me thinking, time to shut down the PC,you’re not married to the thing or are youwhen a brown spider, all of a centimeter acrossis suddenly there in front of me on the PC’s shelf,stopped sideways as if reflecting (?) as a poet should;and having gained my attention, andbanished all this mindstuff with the…
fallone byoneuntil.backwardsfilmtherunNowa minor miracleof memoryin two dimensionsonce three.you.I.whoholdst he cameranow?
you spend 8 hours a day surfing the weband 8 hours sleepingand 8 hours doing stuffthat’s, er,15,000 readers of one / lots of / poem(s) every suncircle.And we thought Shakespeare’s Puck and Ariel were fiction?
your love is not outside, but deep within;it is not something you can ever lose;nor something that can leave you ‘low and dry’;does not depend upon some other form,some other body’s sometime warm embrace;and when you’re silent, still, you know this so…Believe me, love – I know this in my heart;beyond all blandishments, this loving…
in the middle of the roada pigeon – grey-mauve, plump and feather-perfect,one wing half-spread in flight,sprawled sideways,deadand at that moment the sun shonecruellyon the blood that shone on the dusty road by its head,a jewel, redder than any red,that shone like a messageas if it were the blood of the world itselfso rich, so rich…and…
where everything, all that one knows of lifemust be surrendered, in the serviceof a brighter light, a brighter life…Only those who apprehend the soulin all her glory, must submitwhen time calls time, and there descendsthat total darkness of the mindwhich wipes out any thought of thingscreated; any sense of former life;any creature that might sayI’ve…
