Add It Up

Deep rumble groan truck on the road     airplane
in the sky     the ocean pulse     blood in my head
brings us that much closer     morning wedged
into a corner of the window     still dark but light
enough to shut impatient dreams     delicately
entwined     the few lines I scribbled in the night
seem to be written in sanskrit     as poems lie down
& die at my fingertips     carved in the sheetrock
this time one more time     named after clouds
step into the wind     a leadpipe reckoning     a little
coffee & kerosene at low tide     brings strangers in
drifting blank above the dark jetty     let alone air
sharpened     set aside     interior landscapes where
I don’t find you     & less than a mile from here
it all turns to glass