I LOOK FOR YOU EVERYWHERE

 

                                               "In more precision now of light and dark”
                                                   -  Gerard Manley Hopkins, “Dawn"           

                    
               Just on today platform subway as in disguise . guitar
               rockers played like down out buskers, I phone mapped
               faces game surprise how train stop curious joined in
              
song, cross piece to you I string.

               I tape snip after host glove hands . body bits ghost
               picked . white wall scrub painted stadium doors pew
               Charleston floors . in knee deep prayers I sink 
               to save they’ll call if they find anything.

               Up over ocean bloat face floats . helifishers swish
               blade wish one arm might here! here! lift : shell case
               breath holding news found where? in you for gone
               clear life I reach.

               Angler Hopkins lines “instress” hitch mercy that
               outrides the all of water. My feet ground break neck
               lace hung fate . belief? I stone skipped there.

               Come spring grain green I arc back spinal count
               the ways ledge crowd point wait unherd I range
               hiatus fears unsheathe inside you born for easter
               tight wind sheets fall leaves rake I beyond
               doubt risen now . sea ward earth now.

                                                                    – W.W.

              

                                 

             

 

            

             A HEART HEAVIER THAN THE EARTH

                Fly above
                             clouds within sunlight
                and find yet one more edge of eye
             where a vast silence of arctic white
             surrenders to such fine clarity

                of blue as promises nothing
                but a dark heart pining for its
            rarity ‒ heart split between pulses
            of footfall and of winglift, between

               calls of raincloud and of sunbeam,
               and between the lull of dreamt and
           dreaming Earth’s seasons ‒ and the shock
           of sensing, beneath those modal moods,

              a sure determined rising back
              to her Dreamer’s womb of Light far
           finer than any azure the heart,
           denser than clouds, can only yearn for.

    (from “Nor Like An Addict Would” © by Brian Chan)

  

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Author: FarJourney Caribbean

Born in Guyana : Wyck Williams writes poetry and fiction. He lives in New York City. The poet Brian Chan lives in Alberta, Canada.

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