gathered round the chair

veteran alpine snow motion stop stop stop
you and your veteran status full motion block block
wide open winter jade alpine glow
the moon you see it moving across the setting snow

january full luna looming down through the shivery fir
cats hunched in the window through the frosted blur
incandescent warming in the yellowed room, wallpaper parched
porcelain chipped on shelves turned just so, that tungsten glow

above and about, strained in the frigid night
there are valentines on the floor, crayons beside them, unfinished
these valentines on the floor, unmeant
like that top class sleeping in another day that’s never been

next stop
come here, hold my hand
let me see
carols and rodeo candy

takes you back to 1986, that mixed tape

arms that are braceleted and white and bare
her skeletal hips, gathered round the chair

If I knew, I wouldn’t write poetry

this thing, inside, that makes us do the things we do,

what is it called again?

do we call it instinct?

the will to live?

Is this how we perpetuate the species?

what if you are like me?

what if you like the same thing that you already are?

what if, like me, you prefered the same ol’ thing with the same ol’ ending?

 

a flash

a splash

a glimmer into that once forgotten

a dip into that fruitless endeavor for one more try

for one more go

into that foregone conclusio

Walk at Dawn

the sky is still blue
the sky is still and blue
the sun only hints at being a part of this like we are a part of this
in this middle of it all
this field
where this field and the makeshift pavement meet like an indecision
bits of one strata dissolving into another
the normally tall golden stalks of grass
erect and proud, now weighed down
with the seriousness of the night before
fleeting
the cool and damp
the incremental impact
the slight change in the atmosphere
as if from positive to negative
and back again

we join hands
one of us shivers
the difference is imperceptible
neither of us speak
as we step in unison
forward
the sky is lighter though not bright
the birds have taken notice and the edges of the field start to come alive
the grasses, their heads full of seeds, crane slightly as the defining forces stoically imply their will
almost with each step there are changes taking place
where our feet meet the ground
where the wet of the grass, on careful occasion, meets with our flesh in dewey transference
a diamond exchange
an offer glistening
pausing, glistening, dropping to the ground

up the hill
around the corner
in amongst the cattle that come into focus as the day makes its way
there is less blue now
more bright
the balance is tipping
the winds are rising ever so slightly
the mist gives way to a clarity upon which we both remark
it feels good
less alone
more engaging
the individual parts, as we make our way along a ridgeline trail, integrate
root, rot, branch, the slight trickle of a spring bubbling up out the earth’s surface
one grip tightens, the other responds
eyes meet, hearts skip a beat
down the hill we go