Tuesday, March 29, 2011

This is about coming back from it

She takes the breath
long and     long     in
and thinks

you are a train I am nearly missingjust         now

For a moment I was something you
    were catching
like a day with a foreign skyline
at optimistic sunrise
        and

    of
        never having felt this way before


You are piano light outside the curtain
            middle C
played and     irrefutable


She took the breath
long and     long     in

Eyes falling back
    like a wave     rolling

And passed along your Sunday morning plane
        contrail flame along her long         lying thigh

Don't be afraid to admit
that you know
your nails are more real
                than steady
as travelers
but the fear of flying tends to         lessen

    and movement loses its intrigue

And then you begin to think of

Sailing         only

    or honesty and how it is
not saying
        everything
but sometimes just
        returning
            bereaved.


--Natalie Caulfield lives in Connecticut with her archaic typewriter and a river creeping up her back yard.  She is the author of two self-published works; Holiday Saloon and The Cookbook.  Her work has been published at Ink Sweat & Tears webzine and is forthcoming in Penny Ante Feud.

1 comment:

WhiteFire said...

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