Alone With Myself

The car’s rearlights cut
Distractingly across the smooth slate sky I watch deepening
Most of all loving
The glow that remains in the center,
Orb with a moonstone core
Crept over slow by edges dipped in thunderstorm.
It’s the first time I see this,
For I awoke this morn
From ever sleep. Often I feel
Behind my life I lie in bed dreaming.

Trees golden green overlain with gray yellow
Concrete gray blue-tinged roads below.
A gaping yawn to catch your bellow
If you have the urge; but I stay calm.

This cup of tea is my father jumping
Is the pattern of the carpet he’s jumping on.
In the lines between all I see
Is a kind of movement past vision.
And in the space between my ears
A something substance paints this balcony door
Like the ocean, the questions on my biochem test
Spin a love affair which is also said by (and in turn describes)
The grass blowing outside ’neath the deepening sky,
Each blade a world, all blades a world,
The world a speck.
Nothing is anything and everything is everything
And I something/nothing sit taking it in,
As impressions fall into a vessel
That doesn’t exist; fall into air
Through a barrier not there
That catches and tries to repossess
What started and ended in the middle of a breath.

What do I do now,
Alone with myself?


05/10/11