Some Conversations with My Soul
Tell me if I had fallen to pieces,
or this is the way to hang together.
Your bridging the five corners
strung me into your pentagram,
my breathing set in the center
like an abstraction.
When I close my eyes
you look me in the eye,
and we ponder the sweet
and bitter chase you put me through.
You are palpable in this search.
I feel your presence
in vibrating shadows,
aliquots of my life.
In early days of my solitude
my name echoed as a whisper off your lips.
And you are the past
while I still live this future
to the point where you will outlive me,
perched as figurehead on the boat’s bow,
as I cross the river,
my head tucked between your wings.
We talk my gravity into being.
Come and have siesta with me.