5 Poems

                  



      Matter

A toy pterodactyl hangs over the room, drifting. A few clouds reflect in the
glass tabletop where a fork lies. No one wants to wake the man halfway
there. No one needs to hear the story. How much simpler it would be if rain
would make him tired. Again, it leaps like a fish. Bright zero afterwards.
How her hands clasp his.





      The End


She recovered. That can be said. To always hide behind trees. To know her
tresses when the wind blows. A cat rumored in the wild foliage. A saucer
has some tiny flowers on it. Or, blowing on a fire in the basement she can
see the constellations. Whoever said it was hers. Must have lied.







      Asking


He said he wanted some. Some water, some air. Some paper. Some distance.
Some wires and some tools. Some body to strip. Some imitation of what he
was. He said he wanted some fearful cries. Some reenactments. Some time
to stew. Some illusion of a battlefield people could visit later, maybe?





      Caring

I knew you, how carefully you forgot everything. As if you were erasing
us all. The great lie. Then lying down to sleep. A watersmooth jade from ancient
China. A duck steering amid lotus. Or a dragonfly perched on the long-fingered
fruit called Buddha's hands. Sleep oozing out of a lake. A cloud. Your favorite
pillow. A dog barking with false conviction. Down the road a bit. The moon rising.
As if it were smiling.







      Fear of Light


"What's complexity to a cockroach?" He wondered. Whether it saw him
at all or a bead of water that reflects the room oddly? To understand corners,
yes. To be cornered. In a drop of water? Ridiculous poem! The long grace of
its antennae. A world thinned so beautifully, and how strange. Then thought
of that wedding picture by Van Eyck, that fat mirror.

How an image sweeps us along with its broom!