Space to Talk

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Brother Little Rat and I

Crouching in the red line zone,

Close – but not enough –

To a place that, in fevered times,

We know as home.

At our backs a cooling wind;

First hint that summer is leavin’.

Behind glass-and-glass security

Business cats with dispassionate smiles

Have space to talk about making more space.

Sailing loose and far above,

Eastern dragon-god’s big-eye moon

Sees it all, grins happily

And dips playfully behind

A thin curtain of cloud.

Done

“Home,” sighed the captain;
One quiet word, on
The edge of the outbreath:
“Home,” a wish-whisper prayer.
And, fatigued, we cut
Ourselves free of the
Toil, toil nets,
The hook, hook ropes;
Turned our backs on
Long-wave whale roads,
Aurora sewn skies;
Opposed the route the
Miserable creature
(Monster-to-some) took.
We are done – again –
With the north.
“Home,” the captain sighed.

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Photo source: http://www.mikes-place.connectfree.co.uk

8/2/2013

The Same Place

Far from the flat bar,

Bridge rail holding me safe,

Indeed perhaps holding me together,

Above a long, flat,

Horizon-bound line;

Rippled reflections.

Stripes of boats,

Temporarily precious rainbows,

Grasp the present

With ugly ropes,

Untidy knots;

Beneath fleet corsair swallows.

River and I

Call the same place

Home.

11/8/2012