Saturday, October 2, 2010


I was the stranded shore of memory
against your lapping waves.
In your breath, I relapsed,
nostalgic, over the foaming crest.
I was in love with the changing leaves,
heedless of whispers, racing for noise,
running from silence, vilifying
everything, when it was all me.
Each time I broke was the last time,
each tear, the seal of the letter
I never quite finished writing.
So long, it took me to realize
the impossibility of every moment.
In roaming the sleepless streets of love,
I had not even taken one step
and already, I was in pieces.
So I crawled, on hands and knees, weeping,
tasting the footprints set before me
alchemy of tears lighting my way.

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