fingerprint on the edge of the sky

Spaces between rain drops are the blood
Trenched in veins between body & Holy Ghost.
Somewhere inside,
Compass spins heavy o’er the heart.

Navigate imagination by stars, scars,
Suburban semaphore & the comfort of strangers:
Fountains bursting up towards Heaven
Falling as fragments of Dead Sea scroll.
The brain is conversation
In the ruins of elegiac language.

Sinking silence of the gnawed night
Visions afar, broken teeth of river mouth
Taste the thirst of dying mother-tongue.
Echoes of anfarwoli* drown the mind valley.

From her jaw of white bone, brittle light ballet,
Moon remembers when sunflowers faced her;
Until safflower arrows in sunspot showers
Hung her from the skies knees.

Pocketful of poetry as poverty,
Skimming sonnets into begging lake
Syllables stolen by a cold wind,
Dragging them into a lonely wood.
Trying to read the runes of the day’s in-between

Above all this,
Beyond clouds and cages,
Marriage of sea and birds:
The most exquisite poem
I have ever written is you.


*Anfarwoli. In Welsh, literally means to “undie someone.”

** Art Installation. ‘Bebelplatz.’ Kay Herschelmann