Kiss

7.26.15

let the day pass.
the next day, take dawn.  with your hands

find scrubby blueberry
out on the wild hill.  early

enough the salt breeze is bare,
the heart in the chest pulls and twists.
let it, meet a woman and her dog on the bluff.

can you live alongside the living
creatures today, can you
allow yourself
that love.

In arrival

7.11.15

Como

The brakes' lurch
wakes me.  I can't sleep
where I'm meant to this week.
White sheets aglow

wrap gold men in the near bunks.
Rhythm of time hums
urgent near the precipice.
The old world where I've been captive,

was captive,
looms.

     Then the tender baritone of the Trenitalia robot
comes like rain, I know every word,

in arrivo,
every nuance of translation.

The day I left home, the first lilac
burst in the front yard.  At last!
They are always a brief magic.
I ran to it, anguished—

how unfair, only the day.