From the Grave

Countless days
we walk together
in the gray half-light
to both ignore and reclaim time.

Sometimes it is dusk,
sometimes dawn,
and I can only tell
the hour
by whether I find you
young and beautiful
or frail and fading,

yet I am always
what I’ve become:
time weary and distant
from any touch.

It it an illusion,
a trick of the mind,
that calls you here
and more and more
I see only
your youthful gaze.

I fall further
into a sepia toned past
where I dream
all was safe

before the fire and falling
before the hard exile
before time separated me
from everything.

Machine

The day falls
and breaks open,
shows its inner workings
of cogs and wheels.

Tiny craftsmen swarm out
from the mainspring,
scurry to resurrect the loss
but I walk on, doubtful
of their success.

Jeweled mechanical toys
inlaid in cloissone enamel
lay broken by the millions,
over countless hillsides,
sprinkled with the skeletons
of little men
who tried to make them work
beyond their time.

In childhood the magical motions
are unexpected joys.
By old age they are rote
machines of assembly line
manufacture.

Set the last one down
and be rid of the damn
scampering fool.

Imprisoned Days

We stand the days in rows
of numbered cells
and make them
state their names.

At their feet
we scrawl our plans,
as if we put them
in their mouths.

Doctor Appt. 4 pm
may in truth
be Flat Tire 3:47.

The past says little more.

Last Tuesday’s
high temperature of 37
I wrote
and remembered.

The lunch menu
and office conversation
I did not
and forgot.

When we look away
the days leave their cells
and run wild.
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For Open Link Night at dVerse Poets Pub

Typical

We Are Witnesses

Let us hold hands
beneath a fading sun,
upon an earth devoid
of compass points
as oxygen departs.

Brief contact
between two souls
before we drift
our separate ways,
much as
any other day.

We Are Witnesses

Let us hold hands

beneath a fading sun,

upon an earth devoid

of compass points

as oxygen departs.

Brief contact

between two souls

before we drift

our separate ways,

much as

any other day.