Sunday
Posted on 03 February 2010
like a whale
giant and useful
beyond machines,
rising
and I almost see him
in the waves
out there
parallel to where I
usually beach myself
(a small blanket of
primary colors
sunglasses,
a book
I’m determined
to finish)
and then he’s gone
back into the fish highway
I might have seen
a flicker of
and I‘ll brush
the sand off both hands
awake from all this c
oppertone of sleep a
nd sigh my way
into the trembling dark
where there
is out there me
to be
somewhere
something
a witness of
4 responses to Sunday
Stephen: In watching the video poetry readings (like this one), I can’t figure out whether you’re happy with your life or not. You seem like a guy who has learned a lot from past experiences, but I’m not sure if you like where you find yourself today. Maybe I’m reading into it too much. But, it’s cool to hear you laugh once in a while in the NUMBERS production pieces you post.
Mr Gyllenhaal, a lovely poem reminds me when i used to go to Nantucket Island during long weekends in my undergraduate years(2001~2003) at Boston University.(a small blanket of
primary colors, sunglasses,a book I’m determined to finish) ahhh a flash back ~cheers~
PS: I will not have access to internet from 6~22Feb i am going to Haiti to help as a physician…Incase you will notice me not posting response
Hello
Enjoy the video poetry readings,the one really sticking with me is My Neighbor to the South. Wow.
Thank you Stephen, it is a beautiful poem. I have a feel it is really personal, probably more than others you have read here. Probably is also bittersweet. Keep up.