Archive for December 31st, 2010
Countless billions of branches.
Branches grabbing the water from freezing rains.
Water stretches to drip to the ground but is frozen.
Ice paralyzes the warm, cocoa brown of the wood.
Ice belittles and smashes the brown with her glorious gray.
Wide-eyed, focused down my quaint street,
There is nothing but this chaos in my world,
And all of the lines blot the sky,
More lines than sky, lines now black next to sky,
Branches are mysterious and powerful, bludgeoning the gray cover.
I could wander around my neighborhood street,
And count the branches forever, getting lost, starting over.
Everything is dead and the ice would fall and smother my face,
Splattering over and over, shattering and crunching the spirit.
I wish I were a photographer and I wonder how all of this is possible.
Her maroon heat
Making big, beautiful
Spot lit and multiplying,
Opening space and bringing
And she wrestles away,
She steals and
Flies away with
Taller than sky,
Bigger than whipped cream,
Sweeter than chocolate,
Just like hospitals, huge
Blaring frozen, clean,
My heart is stuffed
Back into my throat.
The throat is frozen.
It is starving for love.