sw00234s-br.d2.white

Sets: set 2 - 
 Birthday Ribbons - Day Two

          "1-12-77     white"


          Such things
          to choose,
          let ricochet, 
          dodge!:
                cornucopias
                tumble
                at us!:
              anyone's
              Gobis
              Urals,
              Niles:
              anyone's
              riddles:
              anyone's
              mines:
              the ticking,
              creaking,
              sputtering
              of time:
              loves /
                terrors,
              angers /
                delights,
              rots /
                fruitions--
                      of the
                      globed
                      & bright
                      & juicy
                      Snow,
                      of the
                      dandy
                      civilized
                      yam,
                      of a
                      roseate
                      star:

          Such
            cor-
                 nu-
                      copias,
            ka-
                lei-
                      doscopes,
            skies!:

          in the root web
          of an oak,
                     cantatas
                     of droplets
                     of water,
            strength-laden
            insects
            of soil,
                dreams
                for the deep
                choreography
                of leaves:

                       we are
          axial
                & galactic,
              expecting
                        to die:

          The ribbons
          of our commitments,
           frayed,
                   faded:
            we can only
            replace
            & replace:
          the presents
          of our caring,
          borrowed,
                  taken:
            we can only
            return
            & return:

          Aphrodite
                  out of the
                  sea,
          Artemis
                  out of the
                  moon,
          Apollo
                  out of the             
                  sun:

          Crawl,
                 walk,
                       run,
            jump                                                     
                     to fly,
              excitation
              to excitation
                tingling
                our spirits,
                our spines,
            mad,           
            foolish,
            blindingly
                       divine:

              At the gate,
              the sagging
              splintering
              gate,
                    we meet,
              say hello,
                       enter
                where mists
          from the ocean
                         touch
                  & sway;
            and the curve
          of our communions,
              speeding
                    to the peaks
                of who we are
                  in our hearts
                      & bones:
                gentle,
                    fierce,
             ancient:
               as the blossoms
               of the void:
                     obliterates
             adagio:

                      atoms
                      in
                         me
                      shivering
                      atoms
                      in
                         you
                      &
                      atoms
                      in
                         you
                      shivering
                      atoms
                      in
                         me:

          In the measure
          of this quack stem
          I chew on,
          in the hazel
          penetration
          of your eyes,
              Florida
              & oranges,
              California
              cliffs,
              the marshes
              of a child's
              warm
              Wisconsin,
            someone
            rummaging garbage
            in an alley,
            someone
            who has made
            the bedding clean:

 


~
Brian A. J. Salchert