Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Ask And

I have lifted
upon the gateposts my eyes where a man sits
without moving a sentry
with water eyes
circled in cloud

and he looks like my father
like my friend

he eats breakfast I think
two fish and one egg
feast of the poor

been waiting for him
to open the gate a bird circles
and lands on the gatepost
(a dove asking for a piece
of fish for her children and he gives her
a piece of fish for her children)

I burn in the noon suncircle rays
hands-at-sides and my voice
inside me