(a conversation between johann and seema)
the river smiles
when the mountain gathers the day in his shadow
(i)
where is the river that smiles johann?
look again
this river is angry
this river is glaring
at the mountain
at the dumb day
why the hell does it keep coming back?
the mountain keeps
throwing ice
oh how this river hates being
liquid and nice
.
the mountain remembers the river
watches over her
when she goes away it means drought
the mountain dies but doesn’t die
the wind mocks and dances upon her memory
licks the mountain with dry words
swallows the clouds and their verse
the mountain rejoices
at the rush of her feet, her angry arrival
devils and demons have no place then
they are quenched
she rallies and curses, bites and tears because she is the river
he changes
bits of his feet are washed away
old fingers broken off swept, to sea
to see the boiling life within her
how she wears the moon and stars and dances in the lightning
he flourishes
(ii)
a nightmare
about a storm
so real it pulls me out
and away from my body
my blanket is
a sheet of ice
the room
the inside of a hill
stone and dust
when did i learn to breathe that?
.
you are a sudden fish
inside me
my thin ravines echo
with your splashes
the rivers are not frozen
they dive under the mountain
to clear pools
of ancient quiet
(iii)
coffee
as bitter as i can make it
i wander through
poetry
the dying old man is angry again
he says he’s not going to heaven
and see if he gives a damn
the sweet princess is in agony
“what did i do to deserve such pain?”
any day now she’ll be writing
about pink fucking rain
the woman that sat with her tea
and scented candles is puking
green
say something johann
.
many dark, beautiful places exist
some only visible in a scream
of daylight and car crash
some through a doorway, down
a flight of stairs
not everyone wants to see
(iv)
a beautiful poem
something that makes you sigh
i love those
as much as the next sucker
but johann
the effort it takes to
self hypnotize
to scrub my eyes
forgive me
but no
now if you can write something
to make me believe?
.
i wish to use all my magic and make this true:
let us stand as before a dance
reach inside my chest
hold my heart (it is a red bird) in your hands
look in my eyes
walk across this bridge to me
(v)
the river smiles
when the mountain
gathers the day
in his shadow
grey swans
spread their wings
ripples undulate, coalesce