Surfacing

It's precisely what I had been coming here for
To find that lost gem among stars
The dewy drawings in green marking a map
Curling upon corners of this uncharted house

It feels somewhat ghostly and unapparent
Still, I lived here where the autumns stayed long
In the moment you listen to the cacophony of hums
The insects, the birds, whistling pines, you learn

I never appreciated the absence of them
The family, we made up a sort of tune
That drowned out the lake under white froth
Frogs propel downstream to their own

Quivering in my boyfriend's sweater
I wonder about this abandoned home
Where the rusted nails flail their arms like saviors
Instead, he thinks I am wondering about him

The smell of cologne still fresh on his sweater
Between him and the stretch of sweet grass I fail
Where the wild violets grow with sweet lilacs
In patches, I think about how sad I feel

Yearning to appreciate the diminished grace
The gaiety since then has been replaced
And climb in from the shore into the deep
But something inside me listens for them sleeping.


Copyright 4/29/2009  by Sweet Madness