Spirit Or Flesh
SPIRIT or flesh or both; what take you
-- love and life?
or a memory upon your trail
that message i await upon lips,
that everlasting night?
Or a glance at the world,
that future, the horizon, that shining sun
that sunrise, that night?
these fleeting words, the images
fading across my mind: a waltz upon
a dark - dying world -
my soul your night - as yours shall be,
for the shape that we are can never be told
and another
another in this moment
do these bring light or shadows of darkness?
how can our earthly notion that there is
no more time (there is never) at some end,
what sense of time and loneliness
is that?
you must have filled hours
with me - the bridge, the classroom,
the dance studio, where at the end of class
we would practice a foxtrot like the lightning
that shoots through the air or the clock at
the beginning of summer vacation
that seemed to keep time like some false god
so much bound by numbers and then a wild dog
was in the neighborhood and he had his paws
upon our shoulders and we ran
running that little white tip
and the earth kept a beat for us
running until in a moment just at the edge
of thought, we took a leap to this one
: a look in each others eyes
and a heart that was free until the dog got loose
and so many years had slipped into a new life
and we were only older or younger
the length of our time; our memories tied with
only one finger to grasp a tear or a smile
at a shared memory or a new thrill
made us scream, like babies who
have not grown up until there is nothing.
12.10.2020
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