i’ve been trying to fit words
to you
for fucking ever
like trying to put a cardigan
on the Queen of the Wolves:
a joke

and everything became heavy with human:
we didn’t half drag our heels and
turned Christ into Christianity
(forgive me for I have sinned)
and Buddha into Buddhism
(everything is going to take a kalpa of lifetimes)
we didn’t half love the cul de sac
the endless and the exhausting journey
going from nowhere into nowhere for ever
why is it we are so afraid of now?
Bang: Oblivion

the higher up the mountain
the cleaner the air
i am hungry for the high up places
the place there isn’t even air
just us
empty
bliss
remember ?

i pulled myself from the river all mud and silted up
and came up through the mist new
and sinuous
rising light as air as mountains
but my feet stayed clay stuck
legs all caught up in stories of the past
the he said she said
and all those faces
but i saw the part of me
which came all gossamer and new
above the water
good without attachment
i came like that clear again
and when the voices sounded:
mother father sister brother
them us
you
i heard them as they are
sound nothing
my own white imagining
wind whispering through leaves

so there am I all up in my mind
busy in the what ifs the what thes
along with all the other holy fucks
when out of nowhere comes a breeze
a song
in at the window
cool, lovely it moves across my skin
wants to play
cries: this
and i remember (thank god)
this
and only this
the utter grace of
this wind across this skin
felt from inside
from outside
swooning unconscionable
sweet sweet bliss

the forget me not did not name itself
it has other things to do:
like be
be the ridiculous blue cloud of foamy buttons
upon which that ancient beech tree floats
No. the forget me not did not name itself
it was named for a human
by a human
who had forgotten that no one
forgets anyone
when all is laid out
on the cloth of gold