rain to keep me inside, singing and smudging and earning my keep. the geranium offers its blackmagick bloom, on the orchid some wither as others unfurl. in my dream i rode a tricycle while the lights went out in the dark country morning. you held on, wrapped around me, and i pedaled with the utmost serenity back home beneath the rude incredulity of a lady in her car.
i feel ill-equipped for your heartbreak, can only bear witness and pray for whats best. can only Be Here as completely as i can, breath by breath, a Hudson Bay blanket and Love on the damp cold lawn of despair. it soaks through your defenses a shiver that wont release your bones grim monday on the wind and something bitter burning. i have just enough strength in me to lead you home, leave the wretched sick behind for the rain to wash deep into ground. you came home early and we slept, how sweet to rest under eider while the world spins mad and cruel and elsewhere. the fate of millions sucking surging every minute were asleep, feted unexpectedly by short and happy dreams. "my name, and love" is what you didnt want to say and i cant imagine why.
spring the season of water, of change from frozen to open. i feel the bones of the Antelope Wife beneath my skin the painted wagon behind the hedge is always that impossible? its early yet, and still the stink of Dresden squats under our fingernails, in the folds of our clothes. through Grace i set my burden down, my hands are free to steady you. im getting stronger, my eyes arent distracted by the mexican standoff of Earth and Sky, where the sun selfimmolates and the light is blood over the ground. there are moments of closeness that rush through me like foxfire. there are epochs of loneliness. so i fold shirts and feed the birds and sometime soon on the future ocean floor, itll rain.
To tell me something I already knew
And I've been waiting for some indication
That the hardest part is through
And I've been walking these hills in the afternoon
Watching the snow line slowly recede
Thinking if there's nothing that's mine to keep
Then there is nothing I will ever need
And all my doors are open wide
And I am staring at my life
Hearing sweet laughter of someone
I haven't seen for a long long time
And if there's nothing I expect
Then what the hell do I stand to lose
If given a choice between this and something easy
I know what I'd choose
'Cause I've already chosen."