Spoken silence
A thought
An iris
A painting
Broken up into colors
her eyes speak
over the water
The earth whispers
its secrets through the leaves.
as they dance outside my window
I lie awake.
Stars glimmer in the sky.
A path one day I’m going to follow.
We sat on her hammock.
swinging slightly back and forth,
by the motion of our legs.
It breaks.
and we land on our butts,
laughing.
She gets up,
wipes nthe dirt off her ass,
and runs into the house
to bring back a roll of nylon thread.
She takes some twine off the spool
To repair it.
her fingers tie a series of sailor’s knots.
I could see where’s
She’s repaired it the same way
over and over again.
She tells me
It was her Father’s.
It was the only thing she had of his.
I replied ‘i guess years from now.
This gonna all be rebuilt’
She laughs,
‘yeah like my heart,
by sailor’s knots.’
through the glass,
you smile
talking to people
outside my cage.
they watch,
as I pull out…
an apple tart.
push it into the oven.
decisions
and bad ideas,
past incidences,
rule the mind.
how old am I?
how young are you?
when you smile,
the mist of the clouds
dampen my face.
I realize as I breathe out,
I’m in deep.
As our eyes meet.
secrets, can I keep?
cast my gaze
cutting board.
lost track of time
the blade
slices under bone.
goose bumps rise
I wonder
what to do.
I’m living in a small house
and a my best friend is this girl.
We’re both kids.
We have a thing for each other
We do everything with each other.
I guess we girl friend and not friend.
But as the dream goes on.
She stops getting older.
And I do get older.
At the end of the dream.
I see she likes this boy.
And as a man
I introduce them to each other
Walk out the door as they are talking to each other
Get in my car
To begin to drive away.
And wake up.
Smyon-Pa 