14. Tell Me All That Isn’t Lost
Tell Me All That Isn’t Lost
You wake up early one day,
hungry to witness, finally, the fullness
of one day.
It catches you by the hair.
It slithers its tongue through orchards
toward you. So that every day
you’ll want to wake as early.
Nights seem darker, suddenly,
in that there’s nothing on TV
for you. It all seems crude
next to memories of it.
The streets are either too loud or
too quiet. Apples are too hard
or too soft. And mangoes?
Extravagant as bare bulbs
dangled in the garden.
Everyone begins to look young.
Old countries begin to look young
to you. People know so little.
Proportions have returned, finally.
The size of the window in the room
startles you again. And peace?
There was no snake, no kind Other.
There was only Adam and more
Adam. And the fruit, my dear, is you.
You wake up early one day,
hungry to witness, finally, the fullness
of one day.
It catches you by the hair.
It slithers its tongue through orchards
toward you. So that every day
you’ll want to wake as early.
Nights seem darker, suddenly,
in that there’s nothing on TV
for you. It all seems crude
next to memories of it.
The streets are either too loud or
too quiet. Apples are too hard
or too soft. And mangoes?
Extravagant as bare bulbs
dangled in the garden.
Everyone begins to look young.
Old countries begin to look young
to you. People know so little.
Proportions have returned, finally.
The size of the window in the room
startles you again. And peace?
There was no snake, no kind Other.
There was only Adam and more
Adam. And the fruit, my dear, is you.
posted by Billy at
4/14/2005 08:27:00 PM
3 Comments:
What a beautiful and thought-provoking poem!
And I'm not just saying that because I'm high....
whoo, awesome!
so I totally forgot about the napowrimo blog thing until the other day, so i posted some poems, which will hopefully spur me to write more at least for the rest of the month.
apologies, friend.
<3
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