Everywhere I Went That Spring, I Was Alone
In the single room of a bathtub, humming "Love
Me Tender" to hear a sullen human
voice. Then after,
fainting in slow motion to the tile. Succumbing
to steam and waking, on my
own, drowsy as a rose.
Mailing a letter and waiting, empty, beside a...
Come thoughts let us think you deeply now that morning has come.
The light makes you seem strong enough to scrape off the darkness
as though we had a shard and the night were skin.
There's a gecko on the granite floor.
His belly pulses like spring water.
He's frightened. He's alert.
Stopping by the River in Spring
From far snow dissolving, this river
marked No Trespassing by the shore
where I linger, in lingering daylight,
waked by the water's rash-white
voyage, rags that tear the light farther
into the pines, their feathers darkening
above this choiring: insects...
you know when to fall
and you know quite well
you belong to spring
coming at night, quiet
walking in the wind
making sure things
get good and wet
the clouds hang dark
over country roads,
there's one light from a boat
in the red morning