"what arms you have afterward."
prodigy. progeny. protégée.
when i am alone i eat a lot of
salad, pancakes and cheese sandwiches.
what i want now are clear directions - (i'd like to be
as reliable as the dishwasher)
what to say to him,
how to use my afternoon
when time is nothing like money
and learning matters as much as ever (but is
no longer a number on a page)
how count the inches the morning glory vine
climbed, curling around the rail?
how bless the basil large enough i finally snipped three leaves
today, careful as a baby's first haircut?
what to make
of all the bugs i save and bring outside, tilting my hand
against a leaf until they crawl off?
too much in the closet, too much in the mind. and where to find
a nesting place.
Quote: Carl Nellis, "Feathered"
prodigy. progeny. protégée.
when i am alone i eat a lot of
salad, pancakes and cheese sandwiches.
what i want now are clear directions - (i'd like to be
as reliable as the dishwasher)
what to say to him,
how to use my afternoon
when time is nothing like money
and learning matters as much as ever (but is
no longer a number on a page)
how count the inches the morning glory vine
climbed, curling around the rail?
how bless the basil large enough i finally snipped three leaves
today, careful as a baby's first haircut?
what to make
of all the bugs i save and bring outside, tilting my hand
against a leaf until they crawl off?
too much in the closet, too much in the mind. and where to find
a nesting place.
Quote: Carl Nellis, "Feathered"
Scissor the leaves, swallow,
ReplyDeletecrawl, full to bursting, just somewhere
out of sight.
Silk yourself in wax and wait
in the dark, encased.
It's true, the vines grow while you
hang in stasis.
It's true, the growth of the world
passes before the closed eye
unseen.
Imbroglio in brotherhood, no
cracking
the shell will help.
The inner wing must
tear at the cocoon.
When no nest is
forthcoming
a roost
might have to do. Until
such a time
as the dishwater drains,
and the dishes once well used,
now well washed,
emerge smooth and white,
glistening wet.
They are slowly fanned
in the streetlight to throw off
the last drops of water.