2010 December 31
by ermacnamara
2010 December 31
What is the point of a life without moments of intensity?
New Year’s Eve – seven pages to fill before backyard crackers and blaring horns. The time is 9.04.
What if you were not before then? What if you were really? What if this was the day this was?
Morning doves throoting. Yin yang dogs asleep on the bed. Sunshine:) making hay.
A poem, a shower, a cafe, another poem on the way.
Who are you?
Who are you really?
Yes, but not that.
Who are you?
Who are you not?
Who were you then that you are now?
Who were you when?
When are you now?
When are you not?
Who can you?
Who be can be
Who cannot be?
Not be
Who is?
Is
AquaVita
Cold sparkling spring on a mountain
sun spilling crushed rock of ice
pure and sweet a star has fallen
condensing clarity
blue drop of life
A flaw in the glass of my seeing
I sense the callous
tough leathered hide-
out I know it has a purpose
but it grows over every now
therefore in the world I see out
through a callous bllurred by age
the flaw is in the glass
The Clearing
For me
the person I grew up
formed from blood by events
this day to contemplate
the black-and-white proofs
of a child in plaits with her head-
tilted smile little hands
clasped finger-tip-to-finger-tip
to contemplate a future
by my own hand
signed
Turquoise clapboard and white windows
clear against a blue sky
with stairs leading down to the street
mine
Btw lesson today was spinning words
and what I liked was not the words
and not their meanings
not even the sounds
is was the happiness of spinning arms open mind
Firewords
two to twenty one one
to me give me be not who what when begin again live be
