counting days

Counting days
(from February 25, 2014)

Day 2

in the darkness waiting at the station
I give my arm a sympathetic squeeze
and sit submerged in myself, my thoughts
hearing the whispers of what is true
the cracking staircase of the life I tried
harbor lights edging towards black buoys
(February 26, 2014)

Day 6

picking it up, saying everywhere
there are prevailing notes
mellow, hibiscus, and opinion
strategic use of all
admirable and recommended
she kissed it before he put it back
before ingesting little flakes of
grace, charm and toasted beetle
carapace, oh, and did you know
she cut down all the trees
to make suburban houses
(March 2, 2014)

Day 7

sentences with full stops
added a mannerism
which strengthened
the shyness of memory
curiosity and humanity
outside immediate limits
support a firm outline
intense enough to flame
(March 3, 2014)

Day 13

tall and finely built
scooped from darkness
games among branches
a sense of infinite remoteness
(March 17, 2014)

Day 14

large and sheep-like
donkey-trotting walk
white-washed mind
oranges against sweets
(March 18, 2014)

Day 15

part of a larger story
becoming increasingly conscious
across this enchanting landscape
(March 19, 2014)

Day 16

freedom is a calculation
voices play back and forth
trees laugh and spice
falls from oak limhs
(March 20, 2014)

Day 19

holding a violin
losing sight of one another
robbed in the twilight
I agree to nothing
(March 23, 2014)

Day 20

an unfamiliar face here
groaned and creaked
as it moved into expressions
of constant preoccupation
on questions of votive
overcrowding and melancholy
(March 24, 2014)

Day 21

and when night fell
it was promptly announced
the first autumn rains
came belatedly
(March 25, 2014)

Day 24

a feminine sense of circumspection
gives life to this feckless geometry
of the human breast in a time when
autumn rains come belatedly, curing
me of my scholastic ambiguity
(March 28, 2014)