sometimes
we were translucent shadows,
dancing on curtains like
Wayang kulit, our wooden epics
stretching across the night.
We've seen better days.
When we were sonnets,
dovetailing lines,
closing our days with
careful rhyming couplets.
sometimes
we were broken carousels,
whirling in anachronistic circles,
gently, up and back down again,
the center holding quietly still.
When our hearts were
nautical, boats slowly
circumnavigating our every
motion so delicately,
the breeze trembling our faces.
sometimes
we carved ourselves in March,
into silken, silty mud,
tasting autumn on the air,
coming with its dull fury.
When we were pewter
statuettes, solid and ugly
and inevitable, hemorraging
silence, sacred, and elegantly
deaf.
Labels: Fred
2/04/2008 05:12:00 PM