not a round ball to be ogled or handled,
-graphed or -Shopped, lovely as the weave
of ocean, rock, and cloud appears in shots
from elsewhere. No calipers for her holy
fertile seas, no measure useful for mountain
heart and root-hairs of her becoming.
She is birthed in particulars, acorn
as lavish a womb as volcano, her
red tributaries to each single
crowning child give homage. #poetry #CarolMasters
Congregation talks, tosses out words,
pretends to catch them, calls many more.
Words leap from mouth to mouth, talk rises,
falls, words flung out into air as though air
were their only lover. Listen. Sea-sounds,
rushing resonance of histories, hush
in sanctuary before he begins.
Weeping girl, head thrown back, says nothing.
The hall is dead now except for breathing.
Listen to reason, hope, listen for why
and intense no, animal sorrow.
Listen to the hum of prea
Out of the Joint till five on Work Release.
Need breakfast, can’t go home. No room
at the counter except between two large men
with patriarchal beards. I slice myself a place,
murmur an apology and we shrink inside our bodies
inside our parkas like yard bags tied at the neck.
Ah but the cook takes the oval eggs, twists them
open as if his gentle hand were on
his love’s white thigh, lifts the bowl, forks the suns,
stirs a lemon afternoon, cracks a whip