Things Could Be Left in the Rain
THINGS COULD BE LEFT IN THE RAIN
A
Sat and ate nettles
in a village of our bones
soft cotton wood shade
to be born a human being
a noble-hearted baby.
When they shoot at me
run quickly to the five mountains
visions of sickness
to cold enormous unknown
our fragile nature rising.
Spike from a new smell
a deep expanding odor
mildew from the rain
moving and staining like sound
or center of cloud sleeping.
Thirst for melted snow
city lake full of calm ducks
kindest of marrow
to come from domestics womb
continue search for new birth.
Beauty in normal
our love a sentient stone
science-conscious sex
under shuddering eyelid
we may never leave these clouds.
B
Leap through snapping beak
to hide under a charred log
store River Salmon
along with fresh Strawberry
a feast for this lone badger.
Logs turn in river
things could be left in the rain
elderly rest homes
truth the sweetest of flowers
quivers in our nerve endings.
An empty body
open to love-receiving
should have kissed you long ago
now flung away with shale dust
or leaves caught in a clear ice.
Bees in fire wood
valley of the Red Cedar
smooth stones in the creek
on a bus to San Jose
to stand near strip malls all day.
Sand scorches our feet
dying fish struggle in weeds
seawater from eye
the sun dries tears as we cry
all I do is dance and dance.
C
Words of dead mind-worlds
mingle with wild geese near wood
horse’s eye flutters
as a lead rope is pulled tight
ankles tremble on wet rocks.
Ancient spinning show
turned into factory jobs
worn to the knuckle
universal radio
or redundant flashlight.
Two days without food
still my hand reaches along
mud streaked inner thigh
a sunless cave ritual
to an endless changing hill.
Wet whips our bare legs
as we buzz around among rocks
in rain and thunder
a tingle we shouldn’t feel
we should go back but we don’t.
These imperfections
one dull scale on trout’s belly
rubs off on your hand
in a village of our bones
things could be left in the rain.
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Interesting phrasing in what seems to be a journey through meditation, with sporadic revelations. Well done on SEO requirements as always, Jamie.
Thank you Phyllis. After returning to this work I also find it oddly disjointed in weird but kind of refreshing ways.