Fingertips

01/16/96

 

 

Fingertips weep
mourning tears

Heart tears
of joy

I want to tell you this:

times I wept
for joy

for sadness
moaning
mourning
throbbing joy
felt
A day of real giving
thanks

that day - both

And just yesterday
loved-filled for an
electronic image of a
young black musician

There is no recapture of
life lost
only moans

But there are matters
I can feel
just there
at my finger's
window sill

I know these visitors:

moist mucosa
vibrant
consonant
leaps of joy
surprise