Strip away the
mountain top,
My mind has grown
in silence
And today is ground
breaking
When the
subcutaneous rocks
Absorb their first
sun,
When the straight
course forward
Zooms with a rocket
launch
That knowledge
cannot contain.
I begin again,
Curling off into
multitudes,
A ship within a
ship
Stretching toward
unlikely walls.
Transitional life
I imagine this lamp
has lit the emptiness
Of other men, other
women
Who were in
‘transition’
Between a first
life and a second.
Piecemeal, I have
furnished the room
With a couch from
an old job,
Two chairs from
Aunt Martha,
A table plucked
from the sidewalk.
The fabric of all
pieces is liverish,
A party to my skin
Which hides the
rearrangement
Beneath the
surface.
I am on the bridge
Between sorrow and
silence,
And would escape
To the noise of
busy-ness.
The flesh behind my
right knee
Has become tender
without reason.
Perhaps I leaped
while unconscious
And landed on the
bank.
c. 2008 AGrossman
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