Currents

Drifting in and out

strangely these currents

call and clamor

 

is he really here

does he really listen

 

and the currents swirl

and blend and enter

nostrils, lungs and

blood and feed

these thoughts

as they wander

feed these fingers

as they walk and walk

‘cross pages white

as they jump from key

to key to chase

these words

‘cross blue screen

 

And I am the one

says one

no it is I

says one different

and I stop and marvel

at their strength

and how they argue

 

The one carries a smile

the other

the meaning I give it

and a third,

still till now,

stirs at the promise

and finds my blood

 

But I cannot hate

nor love

convincingly

and as the currents

tear at me and

tear at me

I can only look

and wonder

at their strength

 

Night and currents fade

the ceiling

barely there

protects me

 

Yet memory rises

and with her a new sea

and this is true power

as my resolve

aloof till now

tangle with waves

and strands and warmth

and I lose footing

and we drown

so easily

August 1996

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