In my mind…
In my mind
All that is poignant has died:
the silence of the arrow
as it listens to the wind,
the starry reflections
on a crow’s glass eye,
the lonely strength of a cactus
in a desert thunderstorm.
My mind has been surrounded
By the birth
Of talk show chatter,
The rainbow reflection
Of driveway oil slicks,
And the beeps of microwave popcorn
I have waited for far too long,
Waited for something I never recognized,
Something to appear bright and golden.
But now I am lost
With only the idea of sunlight remaining.
Yesterday I realized
There is someone out there
Who will dig my grave
And I started writing him a poem
But I could not see anything
Except the shovel and the dirt.
I could not even imagine his hands.