The Eventuality of Letters (Lovers)

the light is arranged
the wood is wrapped in salt
i listen for the moon, keep 
	time in a telephone booth

a flower undoes itself
a goldfish is dust in a field

i close my eyes
rekindle the sounds of oceans
i am as ancient as these hips
suspended between the
source of life and its secrets
electric as the snails who roam the 
	great white desert

as you know

the world inside of me
is never full enough
never final enough
the butterflies
overflowing their cups

this venerable hummingbird throat
the shoulders of these reckless seashells
this mouth is the end of a trembling world
an octopus, an exclamation mark
	feral as the gods 
	and their notebooks 

10 thoughts on “The Eventuality of Letters (Lovers)

  1. Wow..really excellent. Can’t decide which part to comment on 🙂 I do love “the world inside of me is never full enough never final enough the butterflies overflowing their cups”..such a perfect way to describe the constant push, pull, movement, striving within each of us…mini universes within the vast one…and “feral as the gods and their notebooks” gives such voice to the wild that was before us and is also in us as we pursue the “source of life and its secrets” writing upon the notebooks in our mind..well done

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    1. Thank you so much! I think the butterfly stanza is my favorite, too—and I love the meaning you ascribe to it—the constant push-pull of our lives, moving between worlds and experiences. I’m happy you enjoyed the poem so much. Take care, my friend!

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