129.
To see anything at all is just
remembering it
but the word you hear in silence is
actually now
or five minutes of the future pulling
you forward
a friend tugging you into the park
children sailing boats in the
fountain woman eating corn
myriads mix the chessboard rises to
the sky a rook topples
the tower falls towards you from an
empty sky
it lands slowly and builds up around
you
you have been spoken now
vague animals roam around the base in
the dark
but at the top you still can see the
sun
setting behind mountains that weren’t
there when you first looked.
130.
If the son knew the father as the
mother knows the son
the gate would open and the world
would enter in
Blake didn’t say this but he meant it
children had no place in his world or
mine except for me
eternal selfish child of self all
brooding wanting
a child cancels the father and
abandons the mother
that is how generations erase their
past and are erased in turn
I am not prepared to say more than
the words in your mouth
warm sun on chill morning no further
than that
purple vestments today’s mass
mourning for last night
nothing special about her just that
she was
washed by the wind instructed by her
hair.
