Sunday, June 29, 2008

Dove Fire



author’s note:

“This hour I tell things in confidence,
  I might not tell everybody but I will tell you.”
                            –  Walt Whitman


DOVE FIRE

I feel you in every part
of my night room--
though we have not yet
opened that door.

You’re in every shade--
the black ink of my pen.

In every texture--
the net of fabric lying
over my agitated skin.

In every breath
I make a prayer
in your name.
Even asleep, even when
I’m asleep in my day.
This lunch: this bread
is also your body.

Touch me awake.

When I touch
my own flesh
I feel you shift
down deep within--
preparing to burst
into bloom--when?

Don't worry--

I’ll keep you safe inside me--
just as I remain safe
inside you.

Last night, I saw a light
gliding through the sky--
desire showing its white fire.

I knew you lived in that brilliancy.
So I lay back--
and waited for your white dove
to come into my dream.

© 2008, Michael R. Patton
dream steps
earnest audio

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Sunday, June 15, 2008

Down Time



‘Cause you can never tell
 What goes on down below!
 This pool might be bigger
 Than you or I know!
                   --  Dr. Seuss


SOUNDING

A small sound
beneath my foot--

maybe just under
the floorboards
down in the dirt--

or deeper:
within the Earth--

that small sound

brought me back
to myself, as I listened
to something beyond
my tangled notes--

I want to return
to what I’ve lost--
and more:
to where
I’ve never been.

Maybe I hear
a foreign miner
tapping a coal block
with a pick axe
way down there...

or the periodic venting belch
of a growing volcano--

whatever the source
the sound gives me hope--

my desire hears an echo,
my desire believes
something far below
cries for my response--

by listening, I respond,
by listening, I dig down,
by responding, I grow hungrier--
I discover how hungry
I have been and search
for new ways to respond.

Even if that ticking talks
of rags of pain, I say
       --“rise, rise”--I say
(as if to a new relation):
I will meet you halfway.

© 2008, Michael R. Patton
dream steps
earnest audio

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Sunday, June 01, 2008

Vacation



author’s note:

Unfortunately, I did not write this poem with anyone in mind.

But it does remind me of a couple I met when I was 18.  I tore up some tar roofing for a man and he invited me to lunch with him and his wife.  They’d been married several years.

I might not have been the most perceptive fellow, but I could see that these two people delighted in each other’s company.  I’m often surprised by the memories that stay with me.


WALKING HAWAII

A darker green, but still green.
With points of sunlight
through the leaves.
Your nakedness:
forceful, extemporary,
and extreme.

That woman in the vacation brochure?
The one walking on the beach in the sun?
She represents the place people want to go
when they want to go
to a place
outside their lives.

Don’t feel intimidated by her flesh.
They’ve actually pictured you:
I’m sure
the tourist bureau
wanted to express you.

You are Hawaii.

With the innocence
of openness
you lay down
in the sand
and pretend
your ocean wave
will not rise up.

© 2008, Michael R. Patton
dream steps
innocent audio

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