piano of early morning
fog, just after
your car
pulled off, I saw
for a second—I could perceive
the gradually growing
space
between us
without the need to
understand it.
Like some
newborn child
whose presence is
his art,
I just stood
where I was, bereft
but content
to be a wordless
poem for you—
composed
of the same intertwined
billions of bands
of vibrating light
and matter as you were.
But soon
the tremulous idea
broke—it was dull
but loud as the throat-
clearing thunder—
and it dissipated that spell
in a flash,
and all the old
words and cold
symbols began raining,
until I was thoroughly
soaked
with the same
gray and dismal sentence,
which read—
I'll never be able to
show you anything
you haven't seen for your-
self already.
newborn child
whose presence is
his art,
I just stood
where I was, bereft
but content
to be a wordless
poem for you—
composed
of the same intertwined
billions of bands
of vibrating light
and matter as you were.
But soon
the tremulous idea
broke—it was dull
but loud as the throat-
clearing thunder—
and it dissipated that spell
in a flash,
and all the old
words and cold
symbols began raining,
until I was thoroughly
soaked
with the same
gray and dismal sentence,
which read—
I'll never be able to
show you anything
you haven't seen for your-
self already.