Remembering June

A vine will bind a trellis or
Its own stem or empty air
And find no difference in 
Them, but share a reeling
Dance with earth, feeling
Time leave old growth
Behind to orbit, bend and
Let light subtend the mind.

Bark Borer

 

 

I have opened too many boxes,
Insides redolent of correspondence
Long closed, glue and dust,
Old collodion, lives closed,
Whittled pegs, strings,
Things cinched in stiff ribbon,
Parts. Paraffin.
I weary of the irreparable.
And so look beyond bottom drawers,
Basements, to beating hearts,
Out of webs,
Out of the past.
Is it
Time present or time preferable?
Much happens over what
Happened last.
Something one
Must decide:
To gather clues; to reason,
Open boxes from inside;
To be, and be reason applied;
To contain a search
Assembled in mystery.