Bouquet

There was love in the room,
full, opening to the bending rafters.
She was a bouquet that
spilled across the bed,
while a basket of fruit
exploded in my face.
There was laughter in the room,
it echoed like a cathedral
of white love spasms,
when the sky knelt in prayer,
and the world obeyed the moss.
Laughter in the blood,
swinging from body to body,
two bodies scooped into
the sun’s morning paws.
There was love in the room.
There were bouquets
of exploded hearts.

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Cat in the Sky

This morning I woke late,
confused,
to a mad, whirling sky.
In a tree beyond my window,
a cat ran over a branch,
high up in that turning sky,
she stopped, pointed her eyes
at me.
She revolved in the sky,
in my mind,
awake in this world.

Message

I crest the hill of this salt swept morning,
to a sky of violence.
And the wind,
that marauder of trees,
upsetter of crisp clothes lines,
that Attila of the ferocious sea,
brings me angry messages from afar.

It will not let you remain, you know,
forever and forever, like a stone ornament
sunk in the phlegmatic moss.
Even if you want rest, you can’t have it.
Even if you want to be silent, you can’t.

Everything in the city moves
like an earthquake of air.
The wind peels the paint from the windowsill,
and tosses dogs out of doors,
and the city evaporates
with a flock of dispersed seagulls.

You cannot hold this,
like a clutch of bills, a purse of longing,
for the wind brings an angry message from the sea,
brings a bruised fruit
that dropped from the already afflicted tree.
And I walk in this annihilating hour
with a lightened soul.

Quiet Morning, Lake Pukaki

Quiet morning, Lake Pukaki,
the grey dawn sky
coldly faces the blue night
still pacing in the glacial depths.
A single thumb of land
holds the edge
where the immensities
would leak into each other
and cease feeling.
These three belong
from transition to transition,
and there is no language
where the still wet ink
of the sky and the lake
and the uncertain cliffs
finally breach the feeble lines,
run into eddies of confused silence,
before the day comes dividing,
restoring.