Another poem for C & C:
(where, as always seems to be the case, the words between asterics *are
meant to be in italics*)

THE ENLIGHTENING
a poem stretched between an opening
and a closing line of Borges

*To have watched from one of your patios*
on an evening dry of conversation the ancient stars
from the old bench that creaks like trees
that sound like an ocean and draw in darkness

where all the words I know are indoors
hidden in trembling fridges, crowded in darkness,
patiently waiting to reveal their colours,
damp or crisp as they wait for fingers and noise,

and leaning back, watching those lights beyond lights
while knowing I know no names for their movements,
their stillness, their places in constellations
or the flickering created by their distances

and to have noticed the lushness of water
pouring like joy from your bathroom beside the droop
of lustering jasmine and honeysuckle, their scent
slow as talcum powder seeping to the earth,

and to hear its gentle flow under the manhole,
soft on its gradual tilt towards blueness, and clouds
seen slowly from space, that lift it, nurse it,
while I’m stood on the rust of its lettering,

where my shoes, rocking on the imprints,
scuff as all that moves, all that’s rarely said
flows beneath all that’s between us
- *these things perhaps are the poem.*


Bob Cooper



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