Sunday, September 23, 2012

Variable High Cloudiness

I get the news from the
beach sand that settles into cracks
in the pavement

            the wind leaning against the seawall
                                    a cascade of nasturtiums
                        falling thru smashed windows in the ocean’s rush

The midnight sun at noon
is shimmering in snake games on the sidewalk
& you can see your reflection in the
silver-green ripple sound of eucalyptus

(you & I
thinking this)

It has to do with balance
the inner ear listening to something else entirely

thunder folded into foam

             emerald & chrome

raw strands of burnt kelp
            methadone inside your underwater ballet

& this is where your heart knocks to break
as if it was me tapping at the glass