Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Southern Exposure

Southern Exposure

Space is given,
we grow into time
with memory as rings.

Somewhere far south
in the garden of mutual skin
silk falls from green velvet branches
and clothes us in one shimmer
rippling in the warm breeze.

How curious this canopy
under white and blue sky
where you and I take our ease.

How curious this silken green tree
branching between me and you.

How curious this ever summer
and never fall.

Who begat this cold night
in which we were lost?
Who wrote it?
Where is it written?
When does it end?

Expelled from Eden
where shall we walk to
breathed in the kisses of its leaves?

[copyright EAC September 2010]