morning

Suryodaya

suryodaya, the wave that wakes us
steaming land and hills sweating cloud
brief and still and the crying of gulls and
herons, the backs of fish glowing
in the bay and the rivers trailing fingers
up the crevices of the hills

every night the houses and I and the stars
in a dance full of gravity
rabbits creeping up to the dark grass
light from the kitchen in the tips of their fur
and I'm swaying, almost crazy from not talking
all of my life filtering through my mind
and my hands and my skin are not mine, they're moving
in a ritual of morning

I give the world it's geometry today
from schizoid equations and predictions
curves on the axes of my field of vision
patterns I see in the carpet and the grass and the sky
patterns I feel run through my flesh
as a silent, heavy core moves along the breeze
sliding down the arms of an attractor, wings
designed in dreams, given to the memory of the garden

and I'm so alone at the heart of my universe
and I love everything that I see,
standing still under the trees, a glittering mother
giving birth to the sun and my lovers

Your White Chemistry

For what you are, I'm grateful
and if you get angry
and if you can't stand me
for a minute or two
and if I forget who you are
for an hour
and we become silent
memories singing in my head at dawn
chemical names to free tunes
and meaningless sentence fragments
gleaming shaking in white radiation
whispering you join me here
and thankful we creep under covers
if I forget who I am
and you get angry
I'm grateful for an hour
of singing fragments of tunes
shaking radio sentences I can't remember
creeping under what you are
joined by dawn whispers
and the radiators gleam silently
as I forget anger
I am shaking
I am meaningless
and your white chemistry sings to me
the gleaming tunes of your memory
an hour of whispering
under the covers
if the morning joins us
I'm grateful for what we become

Sundari

I remembered, touching you,
how soft and loose your skin
how you smell sweet
the place on your neck for a kiss
your strength that costs so much
and your secret weakness

there's a house that's ours
it looks like every house of light and floorboards
we are the brightness there
and no story told of the house is true
no story told of me-and-you

lover, everything happens anyway
something in the silence
sleeps us through the night
and remembers to renew us in the morning.