1
The city opens all of its eyes at once, yet | it is not curious | The little girl cries tears of skulls, although she wears | a necklace of lapis lazuli | The tiny skulls | roll in the long grass | Hollow, they become the abode | of delicate snakes and | trees feel them with the | sensitive | tips of their roots | The days of your greatness | are here | The days you leave behind | tired old thoughts like | breadcrumbs left in a trail to | tempt a bird down from the trees | hungry in winter | This world is yours to | smash or lift | and swing | or hold | if you could only | drop down from the branches | and begin to | devour | what | lies on the surface | of the fresh snow | if only you could | change

2
The crowds are all | rushing off | in another direction | Alone | you see the change | you make of the world | its fertile | loneliness | All things are solitary you write | in your | severe notebook | If only the busy people could | notice

3
The trees are | congregating in spring | Through the air | blossoms | kissed by the tongues of | young snakes | are blowing in great | clouds | A young woman | cries glittering | cities of tears | and in one of the rooms | in one of the buildings | in one of those | cities of her tears | her lover | is everything

4
In the darkness under the | ground | far to the | east of here | and many, many thousands of years | ago | the atoms are setting out on their journey | to form | intense | blue | lapis lazuli | Long | before the gods | began their | adventures | or the wings of | human hands began to | beat | or fell still to hold | cupped in a palm | the tiny | skulls of | myriad | falling | cities

5
If you would only | feel as I feel | for just | one | instant | then the city would open all of its eyes at once, would | bend down closer to us | and peer at our | faces | and it would | wait | breathless | for the darkness we might | show it | for the grief we keep | at the heart of our | surprise

 


from the series bliss point | angels of disorder
(open-ended, 2012–present)
(this poem: August, 2012)