[Warning: singsong mysticism!]
Amid the running
2005
Listen.
I brought it home turned low,
smuggled low in my chest,
in my gut.
Who held, and was held
once in a lifetime --
once in a lifetime
and always.
Who looked into my eyes, who took my look
once in a lifetime --
once in a lifetime
and always.
Who will
always
look into my eyes, who has
always
looked into my eyes, whose eyes
are my eyes -- hands, my hands.
Whose mouth is an outline, a plan
Whose eyes and hands make a circle
Whose circle completes
my eyes
Whose hands define
my mouth.
Brought it home.
Amid the running.
A place where we walk by the water.
A dream-calm tarn, a
slow-motorcade river. A waiting,
continuing,
thoroughgoing sea.
A castle, weathering, stumbling, its
breaking body
the pattern.
Where we walk, where we are still, where we dance
once in a lifetime --
once in a lifetime
and always.
Amid the running.
Listen. There's a gull. It knows.
Janet
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Janet Jackson <[log in to unmask]>
Poems at Proximity:
http://www.arach.net.au/~huxtable/janet/proximity.html
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