Posts Tagged with Water
Calling Him Home

Down the line, a quiet, crackling, broken voice
A telephone held, knuckle-white,
“He was strong. Something was wrong.”
The details assaulting
Unprepared: my objection, too slow
“His head never dipped below.”
“He was, at all times, kept afloat.”
– which is assuring, I suppose.
Where a cursed imagination, had taken what was missing
and filled it with troubled fiction
which later re-read with such terrible conviction
the examining; the salt of the heart too heavy; a reality
I couldn’t fully grasp, just like his hand reaching, reaching,
whilst calmly speaking of this dark thing encroaching,
the final drop of the anchor, this thing he had loved like no other
impressing upon him, as it impresses upon me now –
the hot tears, the salt of my sea,
blocked so that I cannot breath
the physicality of the loss, presenting
in the weight of my eyelids, swollen as
I stood alone in the desert
and cried out an ocean.

Or So It Says

Heart thuds in my palm
Flowing blood, my moving life
Water, Alive!
Or so say The Bible
May I never drink
From the unmoving
Like a fictional vamp
Painted by the lovely Anne Rice
With her lovely mind
Fanning out the leaves
Of my waterlilly
A flowering virgin
Once untouched, free to roam
Uncaged, bound only to gravity
This falling, falling,
Rain falling around me.