inspired by Erik Satie, Gnossienne 1
may everything I think I know
about myself slip to the floor—
straight jacket, hair shirt, corset—
may whatever remains stay naked,
unable to don even cashmere, even silk
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged erik satie, nakedness, poem, poetry, self discovery, thinking on September 4, 2019| Leave a Comment »
inspired by Erik Satie, Gnossienne 1
may everything I think I know
about myself slip to the floor—
straight jacket, hair shirt, corset—
may whatever remains stay naked,
unable to don even cashmere, even silk
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged icicle, poem, poetry, thinking, thoughts, winter on March 17, 2019| Leave a Comment »
It is the child of cold and warmth.
It is right it should show up
both cloudy and clear,
this union of opposites,
shaped like a spear, piercing
the silence with dripping, dripping.
It forms itself
the same way it disappears.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged memory, poem, poetry, self, slow motion, thinking on October 25, 2012| 4 Comments »
I wrap my hand
around the glass.
I am two again,
walking in Seattle
with my mother.
Do I really remember
walking up and down
all those stairs, or is it
just the aphoto
and her retelling of it
that I remember?
Why do I think of it now?
I raise the glass.
from the table.
Outside, the trees
are nearly bare.
Autumn is visiting.
I wonder why
the leaves on the tips
are last to go.
Or do they do that only here?
It rises a little more.
Why do we
speak to each other
like this,
in voices I don’t recognize.
Who is she, this woman,
lifting the glass?
The water
meets her lips
just as I think
how thirsty
I am.