distant stars illuminate nothing
It is September, no October,
and for three days the rain
hasn’t slowed. Except now,
now it has stopped, when
just before it was steady.
You can see the river has
risen, far higher than it had
been all summer. And
summer, a season now gone,
is a place you no longer wish
to remember—too many losses,
too many heartbreaks. Summer
grows shorter as you grow older.
But here in this autumn, you
hear crickets talking amongst
themselves, talking about things
you will never understand. You
wonder where all the birds have
flown, is it to some place south,
some place tropical where the
sun always shines? You wonder
why you were not invited, but then
you remember you are not a bird.
And tonight, outside your window,
you will watch the moon disappear
behind grey clouds in the inky sky
as distant stars illuminate nothing.
september night, october morning
She buys Sensodyne for my sensitive
teeth and a new blue toothbrush
because my old one was used
to clean crud from beneath
her son’s dirty fingernails…
At night we crack windows open
just enough to taste autumn,
just enough for the room to
grow cold for our bodies
to become one in sleep.
And in the morning
we begin the day
by making love.
Afterwards we talk
about life before
eating breakfast
around one pm.
No comments:
Post a Comment