there are times
(last night)
when your love
envelops
swaddles
suspends
me
beyond the
reach
of time and death and distance
when I can’t tell you how much that
scares
me
transcends
eclipses
masters
fear and doubt and duty
then
i
see
Us
the cat curled in the corner
when your babies were born
the lion pacing at the door
when mine were not
the sun in your white hair,
the whistle of wind and women
as you ran along a highway
the hidden eye of camera,
the maze of moon and men
as i sang in a piazza
unseen
unknown
unexpected
but
there
always
There
invisible, insatiable lovers
never so close
never so far
away
then
there are times
(tonight)
when i would
trade
trade
it
all
picture
poetry
and
song
for the
press
palm to palm
lip to lip
belly to belly
of this
flesh
that is not
Ours
but
Theirs
©s rogers 24 november 2010
