Suddenly there was nothing to say, so we watched the world
Be born again. The sea frothed its oily edge on the shore.
A branch stilled and barren on the sky, what mattered
But the landscape changed, muscled and true. No longer
Did the eyes give off blackbirds in death, no longer.
Each statue curved her hips to shadow, Jesus
Climbing down from Mary in shame. We found our miracles
In fallen blur, clean rains of light, a woman in garland
And sunglint earrings. Time flung at her and at her like a net.
Love lost its great name and hooked shining
To everything, even the rusted wound of nail
And brick and sidewalk, the skyline
Choked, all of you raging.
Even the house fire's tusk, wild and whitegold as sun
In paint. I loved you. Like myth. Like a photo torn to
Grit, to ghost. Like birth, the star filmed through a cold tree.
This poem comes from me falling in love with this girl from summer camp. I'll get over her. [link]