A hot wind for a wonder
or call it warm to be milder.
Slim woman in blue satin
singing on stage and call it time,
sky paling.

2.
A person
is mostly geography
anyway, sail the sea,
climb the massif,
remember the forest
where thought sleeps
and seeks out all
the elsewheres in the world
even before a single touch.

3.
The pale act worked,
a cloud has formed,
lightly, shouldering east.
Remember the signs
we saw in stores, Look
but Don’t Touch. why
did we pay so deep attention
to such light-weight philosophy?
The trees know better in breeze,
it’s morning, at least
wave back at their signally leaves.

4.
I felt this way
in California once
for no good reason,
It must have been
just being west
of where I am
and here doesn’t
fit on a plane.
So somewhere else
makes someone else
and the wind was warm.

5.
Look in a book,
find the old name for now,
and where her altar was
when we were sensible enough
to offer on it marigolds and memories
and pour out on its stone
the sweet wine of forgetfulness.
6.
I keep trying
to keep it from
being a love song,
but keep failing.
Your face when you’re sleeping
on your side, at my side,
turned towards me,
dreaming of an island,
and I see you right then
soon as I open my eyes,
gasping at the sight,
I lie there, a child
waking in the temple,
nothing to know but love.
I am, where you are.