the taste of chocolate,
the residue of gunpowder.
i am the delicious sin,
and the goal achieved.
the dead sparrow’s wings,
the goat chained to the house.
i am the drunken dance,
blowing off steam.
i am the baby buried
in the grandparents’ yard.
i am the worker laid off,
after forty years.
i am potatoes spread
on the cellar floor.
i am the softest part
of your inner thigh,
i am age marks on your hands.
i am the sleeping moan
of the dog at the foot of the bed.
i am the glass broken,
the broom that sweeps.
i am the field waiting
for the coming snow,
the branches slowly
shedding their leaves.
i am deep laughter,
and the poor man’s smile.
the child’s wagon
filled with childhood dreams.
i am the apple rotted,
in the basket of straw.
i am infinity expressed
in a thousand forms!