Nov 10, 2011

Erosion

I sit in the harbour that is my heart,

Waters shifting, heaving, unstill.

I watch the waves come in to shore

My eyes mere pools threatening to spill—

q

Over:

Is what I thought, hoped, willed;

The cavernous hole you left remains.

Wash over me, I plead, let love be lost

But the tepid ocean feels no pain.

q

I brim, as does the sea out there,

Yet your stony self is resolute.

Me, the now-arch, swept over by

Sea-motion, emotion, absolute.

q

As moons are birthed and then die

So do the waters slowly erode—

Cave, arch, then eventually still

The stack,

then stump;

q

The same ocean drinking, sweeping,

Holding, keeping,

Endlessly:

All of me, my constitution, as

Worn-down pebbles of pity, regret;

q

Swishing and washing, over and

Over, and over. Take me,

Whole: cave, arch, stack, stump,

And until we move as one

q

I sit in the harbour that is my heart.

q

(I hope you find what you’re looking for/So your heart is warm/Forevermore.)

f

this is for you, and you, both people whom ive lost in some sense of the word. i miss you both.