Landscaped ease is a translucent fabric, shook out, folded and stored during anxious moments: a living shimmer is skimmed from the river at tragedy's dull drop-hammer; ducks become automatons; the current's an expression of physics.
Do not stare too strangely at your image in that stripped world's surface; for, sealed in a wall of denial, the crackle of hair and stirred wires of winter shrubs will greet you with seducing voices, creaking doors intone their codes of bewitching histories, design become a home for the ancient spirits who have crept within our careless intentions, and paralysis sing you down with its pointed bone.
Through threads concurring with off-peak traffic, a zither of content trickles like water droplets over flowering moss beneath the sun-piano leaves of a green forgetting
The sunlight singing on a weekend wall recalls all suns: the continuity of this witnessed sense is a new composition.
Somewhere, from some sly airing cupboard of your sleek smile, the cloth of my ease is being unfolded.
YOU ARE READING
Tapestries
PoetryPoems from 1978 onwards. These poems are in a different style from the later MajorSeventh, the earlier ones often with more of an Eastern-influenced cadence. Later, they vary a lot in form and style.
