IN THE MOMENT

 

 

In the moment
between
Longing

and

Setting-down
of
these words

The
substance
was lost

The answer

(if nothing else, Man is a question)

In that moment

was
beheld
clearly

now
the clearing
is (again) concealed
by
the
thaches
and brambles
of
the girding
forest.

 

Robinson Jeffers sang to me and I wondered:
"What is left to sing?"
He played the music of forever
with eloquent beauty

now.

I hoped

This big man
had
lifted me to his shoulders
to view
perchance more
than he.

 

It has been many months
since I
have written
(like this)
to myself.

I remember
then

I
considered my desire

my desire

was filled with
woman

Yet, not that alone--

Like Mick, unsatisfied.

Amid those months,
a Winter,
and a Spring
gave me
rain
seed
new growth.

Bloomed
as ancient Chinese
text
piloting me to: I-Nourishment
The corners of the Mouth

Nourish myself?!
wise counsel
novel
plain
So then this
I set down here:

When I act the role of vessel
now
pouring sweet
spring
to the bowls
and open mouths
of my beloved

I
cannot
forget
must not
forget
to fill
myself

first.