Ganymede
a stray iris--
smooth, milky
hiding behind Jupiter.
It is as if I can touch
this marble blown
out of the mouth of God
and play
with the galaxies,
trying to figure
out the alignment
of reality.
Tonight, I rearrange my future
by connecting the dots
and coloring in
the empty spaces
with a palette
of reflected light
and fire.
Elegy Wrapped in an Etude
I played that sonata for you
and you heard the f minor
chord
striking repeatedly
against the windows
and now notes
hang from the ceiling,
waiting for you
to sit in the red velvet chair
and say
Play me that song,
the one by Chopin.
and so I sit at the bench
listening to my insides
rocking back and forth
and wait for the first
note to haunt me. |
