I have a busy day today, so a brief post: two poems. The first, Monkey FAQs, comes from Monkey Temple, a book of poems now (or soon to be) available at Amazon. I am also working on preparing the text of Though Lovers Be Lost for publishing, again at Amazon. My thanks go out to all who commented on these poems and thus assisted me in revising them for publication. So, a busy day.
(with apologies to all those who draw them up
at their work place, knowing they will never be read)
“What news from the ark?”
“Only the dark waves pounding the hull, the wet winds blowing.”
“Who placed the whale ribs on this mountain
and called them a cathedral?”
“Sunshine blossoms through hollow vaults and shadows shimmer.
The day is striped across my back
and I bear its weight like a beast of burden.”
“When the anvil rings out, will the armorers appear?”
“When I snatched a blade of grass, its fine glass sliced my finger.
Yet, when I grasped the nettle, its swan-song perished in sunlight.”
“Who will forge chains for sun and moon?
“The peregrine falcon slices my eye in two and I am a mole,
blind with a weather’s wind.”
“Who will carve a cell door for errant stars?”
“I snuffle round the tightness of the temple clock:
its legion of Roman numerals marches to the beat
of a dull, dry pendulum.”
“Why are there no birds in last year’s nests?”
“The ox tongue sandwich on which I snack
talks back to the lettuce and salt clogs the tomato.”
“Why are you avoiding these questions?”
“Speak up: the wind is high. I can no longer hear you.”
When we were young
we used to wake up
at night and
Now we are old,
we wake up
at night and