A new poem I wrote on this morning’s flight from Miami; still a draft–

I want him to trace the path
connect freckles on my back
create constellations, ask
why this one and when was that

I want him to hear the tales
see the shapes behind the dots
lift oral tradition veils:
who came before, what they wrought

I want him to touch each point
pierce the mute skin of the sky
fingers spanning story joints
he braces me, we sigh—

Related posts:

1. the looming sky
2. comfort in baked potatoes
3. the coat poem I didn’t write

Leave a Reply

Name (required)

Mail (will not be published) (required)

Website

Notify me of followup comments via e-mail

Posted Friday, December 5th, 2008, 12:08 pm * Filed in Poetry. * Tags: freckles, kristen, kthread, pecas, taylor. Follow responses through the RSS 2.0 feed. Leave a response, or trackback from your own site.