Stone Gray
I bled out from the mountain,
My eyes from the fire, flowering
Even now out through this mild window
As I sit in my vapid flesh,
Weakened and muscular,
Awaiting Joy:
The translucent skin,
The particled-wave,
slips, slows
And falls away
From my window
like the laughter of time.
In this morning deconstruction
Of limbs, mind, and volcanic ash
I re-discover:
This silvery, languid lesson.
This calm, cool light.
(Injured and in it I sway.)
Effervesced in this love
Called stone gray.
Copyright © Matt Caliri | Year Posted 2007
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