07 May 2006

I explained the intricacies of pulling grass with fingers
You sat and looked on
The sun-freckled foliage far across the field behind us
I murmured play of words beside your ear
You turned and from your hair the rust-gold traces flickered
And jumped out from hiding
My joke fell flat
Your smitten reply was all we needed

Our toes we wove into the grass
Our feet entangled in the blades of grass
Our backs like solar panels to the sun
Like warm roof tiles or basking cats

By the river
Where the sky shines and throbs off the space of glass
Accumulating empty distance
I run while listening to recognize a voice
Awash in static, an ocean of noise wider than the sea
Your words have crossed

Our feet we dug into the grass
Our toes we threaded through the blades of grass

I sit and grasp the earth by handfuls
The faint cluster of snaps
The loamy grit and the stickiness of freshly-wounded stems
Severed by fingernails
I sit while listening for the long-tailed bird
Past the hush of passing cars on the other side of a wall
For the voice I'm listening to but cannot hear
From a face beside me I cannot see

Our feet entangled in the blades of grass
Our backs like solar panels to the sun
Our dark hair soaking hot beneath the sun

The breeze rolls over us
Besides us it breathes, uncertainly past and beyond us
Today is just a day
Today was never responsible for itself
Nor the moment, which encapsulates nothing but the moment
Unreachable by memory, habit, or even love
But who can live and not confuse constraints of space and time?
Who can yearn and ache
Knowing full well that what we seek, we seek to lose?

// posted by Wang @ 4:35 AM 1 comments