Saturday 7 May 2011

Capture and Release

Who could ask for days like these?
or in receiving believe them?

we’ve shaken leaves from trees
budding and bursting their season

tasted our way through mist
wished in a whirlwind for tethers

to tie down the beast in my chest
to pluck your wings of their feathers


Try catching a tornado on a church spire
holding back  a Tsunami with a spade,
rearranging bits and bones; the shattered escapades
of a terrorist in the crosshairs of an Empire

as frail as the wreaths laid
in the soft solemnity of a fist made
from a handshake at the foot of the rescued tree
whose leaves scatter ashes while architectural dentistry
fills the empty lower gum
and Manhattan bites again.

We are chaos and order
quarks bound together
in the heavy heart of a nucleus 
the indefatigable story of us

fallible too, we cling, two fragile faulty things
blinking, glimpsing,
gently breathing. 

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