Li Po Looks Back
Singing
with the sweet tang of pain
still burning upon the ridge
of memory
across the street of wandering attention
long after the facts have been splayed
i still often wonder, then and now,
if a positive influence will be maintained
as the years stretch like
afterthoughts down the
corridors of mind to the birth of creation
and the curiosity of consciousness itself
wends in a different direction
passed bodies and relationships
and music and hope and warmth
passed taste and surrender
towards something less meaningless
than lonesome surrender
passed personhood
and hunger and craving and thrist
to just a simple path being walked
alongside the mountain
in the shade of the sparse trees under the sun
on the outskirts of cities and mankind
when two or three or more
seems impossible to correct anymore
beyond my ken,
a moonlit night under stars
with silence still as sweet and bleak
as hearing “I love you” back
echos with certainty
lost now to foreverhood
and beyond
Beloved
my darling
you carried me freely
as I did you
and now
release