I found the quick silver Man
Light footed in a Hurry
Moving so like a Flash
I could hardly Match.
He accelerated so Fast
He left things Behind
He rushed ahead ten Paces
As I walked behind in the Corridor
Trying not to trample On
The things that spilled Out.
Shirts, drawer strings, marbles, Flowers,
Sheets, socks, condoms, Pens,
Books, rum bottles, Staplers,
Flower vases, openers, Clippers,
A dictionary, two Thesauruses,
An anthology of Poems.
I jumped over them like a steeple Chaser
As he moved fast to his Cab
He by then dragged an empty Strolley.
I watched at the Airport
As he walked towards his Flight
Leaving behind the Strolley
I could see the wind whipping off his Shirt
I saw him entering the plane Naked.
Learned later that a man by that Name
Never got off that Plane.
On the job is Google Search.
Looking for him among the Clouds.
Lit up by an occasional Comet.
When we wait for the other
When we wait for the Other
The sea evaporates shore to shore
One shore burns like lava
The other crystallizes like ice.
A coil of seaweed floats dead
A sunflower turns to the moon
The earth is a glazed glass painting
Trees whisper horrors of the past.
The wishing well runs dry
Skylarks peck at hot pebbles
A peak vanishes from the bare hill
A Jill and a Jack drop down a hole.
A row of cars explode one by one
It rains shoes and severed heels
The land twists on its axis
The river rolls on its back.
When we wait for the Other.
The rain within
What streams within
is a rain within a rain.
A hot stream spurting
from the frozen river.
Doors are shivering
trees are trembling.
moon is screaming.
The rain that lashes
the wilderness within
lacerates the ventricles
like sharp edges of icicles.
When a lover’s heart shatters
rubies and pearls tumble out.
The rain falls on a steaming reef
soothing the embers sputtering.
Her figure fades in sans umbrella
in the downpour watching you
hair simmering in the lightning
nude naked unclad unrobed.
When you drag yourself
towards the unattainable one
rain ceases around you and her
in two rainless circles closing in
around whom like a cylinder rise
the boughs the nests the broken eggs.