a motion of return & recovery holds fast th integrity of th fabric...
-fliegende heimat? hogar/hearth en l'air?
a syncopated nomadic songline threading back&forth, my attention shuttles
like a loom, seeking to weave some poetry
out of th gathered fiber of random observation & circumstantial
then sleep ties its own connecting knotwork-
I dream a joking conversation (w/ ingrid, th patternmaker from graz i want
to know better)
in which i seek a reassuring pretext to shave my body clean
-of a major rebuilding of th beach house, round egyptian columns
rising to turn th sea-facing open terrace into an atrium-
some sort of (holographic?) projection/recreation (-or actual
sandfill?) rebuilding of th sandy shoreline of my childhood, th slanting
concrete forms of th collapsed seawall still rising above th recovered
like a makeshift parapet, like protective ramparts...
(i find a fragment of august, a little airstream of hot summer riding
on th vague nostalgia seeping out of th lyrics to america's 'sister
'i ain't ready for th altar/but i do agree
there's times/when a woman sure can be a friend of mine...
i've been one more foolish-- (??)/i've been too too hard
to find/ but that doesn't mean/ you ain't been on my mind...')
th moon is late on my desk...
celestial bodies burnish & deepen their glow
as they drop from th heavens & sink into dim earth...
will you meet me, will you find me there?
will you soften th frightening oblivion
of yr child-seeking embrace?
I recognise & am drawn w/ attentive fascination to courtship in th wild:
watch th crabs on th shoreline rocks lock pincers & tango as th noontide
thrill to crickets calling in th spare, dry grass or hiding
behind th icebox as th seabreeze sinks into th dead calm of twilight-
I lay silent emotional bets on th feistiest little dog in th pack
chasing bitch scent, creep up close behind puffd-up parading pigeons
until their fearful awareness of my presence deflates them & nod
drowsily under th spell of th inconsolable turtledove's three hollow flute
(it's th mating rituals of my species that stump me...
frustrate befuddle bewilder bemuse & completely elude me...)