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One Surrender

 

 

hijacked by the moon

my heart stops trying to know better

and lets the light drive

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playing referee

between the sun and clouds,

eventually I take off my stripes

to be a spectator instead—

how pleasant

without all that whistling

 

 

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without a map

I row my small canoe—

a leash of moonlight

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Sitting in the rain

in the dark

with three good tires

I think of Confucius,

who, when arrested

by accident didn’t fuss,

rather sat in his cell for five days

playing lute until his story

untangled and he

was set free.

It is dry in the car,

and though the radio works,

I do not turn it on.

I never learned

to play lute,

but sense that perhaps

I am being played, what

with this long neck,

with my deep round back,

with my body still learning

to open.

The rain keeps

inconsistent time

on the windshield.

It is not deliberately

that the world

throws rocks

in the road.

Or is it?

The dark is only

the dark.

I feel a lessening

of the tension,

a tuning,

and who is it

that pulls

the strings.

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Surrender is not like this highway

with its dotted lines and passing lanes

and its well-marked exit signs.

Surrender is more a dirt country road

where you’ve taken a turn

that doesn’t show up in the map.

And then run out of gas. And

get a flat. And then, when you think

it can’t get worse, you start

to giggle, then full belly laugh.

Yeah, surrender is something like that.

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throwing the compass

into the tall grass—

the feet giddy with possibility

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One Afternoon

 

 

 

Here is his ferocity—

how it opens him like a monsoon

here is your umbrella

fling it in the rain

let the flood rearrange you

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I tell myself this is how love begins,

with a grumble. A rock in the shoe.

The flowers dead. Sleet.

This is how love begins, with taunting.

With mud on its feet. It begins

when we can’t imagine loving.

It begins when there is no light.

This is how love begins. When

we’re too exhausted to fight,

and as we slump, a door appears,

and we can’t imagine not

walking through it.

 

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unable to hold things together

I open my hands, let everything drop

and feel how the world holds me

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Beside the highway,

the willows are beginning

to find their green

and the dandelions

have begun to spell

their golden praise

across the ground.

What more did I think

I needed today?

Some proof that things

do not fall apart?

Let me surrender

to beauty, brief

as it is, the melody

that plays beneath

all other melodies.

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