He asked, “Do you get seasick?”
I paused at the span of years since I last
Seated on the bow, flying, ocean kisses all over my face…
Harbor in the afternoon where I massacred an oyster
in curious horror. She gifted me upon her death
a perfect eight-millimeter miniature
of a dusky moon on a nighttime sea.
“Why do you ask?” was all I said.
Casually lounging the waves with an otter and
“Well, I love the ocean, “ He replied, “and I don’t think I ever asked…”
“I felt sick, once when my brother was, on the boat,
Knots of kelp, seatree caress, ropes of gold in briny bondage…
(If you were landlocked, said my brother once, I think you’d die!)
“Soon,” my Love promised, “we’ll go sailing.”
And instead of drowning, found myself filled with
warm, orange honey…
and it filled up every cell of the body, breathing itself just fine…
no room for fear, because all of the within or without spaces were suddenly
warm, orange honey.
What if open eyes saw that everything, everything is,
No longing for sweetness when the tongue becomes what it craves.
What would I do, what would I do in an endless universe of warm, orange
walking without my glasses, needing no detail
to bring me wood smoke and perfume
from someone’s clothes dryer.
Could be any neighborhood, quiet, after dinner.
Walking in the street because traffic is
elsewhere, slowly, because I can.
The bottoms of my shoes are thin. I feel
intimate density, each step,
thinking, This is how I love,
this is how I love!
It is only what you deserve.
Pretend you are god, and you know so much
that it’s more fun not to know.
Don’t be surprised, when you step ahead,
that the earth obediently turns under your feet;
or that every time you open your eyes,
you grace this space with color, line and form.
Your power is such that a word or a tear
can break my heart.
And when you open yours,
the entire universe
rushes in to at last be home
where it belongs.