Thursday, January 04, 2007
PT: A Gumball Poem
This is a true Gumball Poem, written by Mary Fisher, who works in a used bookstore called the Marginalian in Salt Lake City, Utah. I don't know Mary, or the Marginalian bookstore, but we Slick City folks have to stick together!
So much about breathing and the body.
Soon the stars will come and we will know them
as well as we know each other.
The water reads like a drawerful of maps.
You've never seen the Pacific Ocean.
I've never seen millions of bats fly out at once.
Danger is a hymn I have forgotten how to sing.
I choose the wonder of your subtle damage,
the tiny bites. The songs that never repeat,
and in their newness become ancient.
Opus. Opera. The first level of uncountable infinity.
I am not confused. I am not vague. Those strange
words rise out of my heart like white owls
and need not be held in my mouth.
I am counting stars on your breath.
(I wish I had written this.)
Photo Credit: Corey Ford Gallery, Stellar Nursery