Tapping The Source
I need time I guess I always thought time
needed me & small birds & trees but that
was an error on my part one of many thank
you it was lovely wasn't it for a while anyway
& the ships were loaded & the trucks were out
on the highway you know going somewhere
- as I would be if the pavement would let go
everything full of pearls that grow dark as
you watch clouding up the way the sky did
at 3 pm & I figured rain
It is the season of severe misgivings you may
have wanted so much more your
heart was a small bird in a tree I am discovering
my hands in alabaster at night reaching for
the luminous dial so that winter claims the
shore break the blonde pearls the pavement
& the time it takes I guess even the ships
out on the horizon & the trucks on the road
will get to where they're going soon enough
