woman

my exiled flight in your symmetrical gaze
makes its bed suddenly always it is always
suddenly
in the sky without fluttering
a solitary hour leaps over the limits
of my children's soil
born blind under a hard rain
you brought me a metalic cup of yellow smoke
for my militant imagination my inner thirst
unfolding in the snowbound wrinkles of patience
your starry poppies for my chilled bloodstone
opened my hard heart between highways
hand in hand
with its mineral aroma
lonely dreamer adrift in the infinite present
i am not the wall around us
nor the translucent birds at the feeders
there is a darker forest running away
with phantom beauty and the song of
obligations
i am not the ring encircling this century of noise
but somewhere underneath the surfaces
under the untouchable buildings of glass
we are the measured names
and the last straws
too late to deny
or ignore