Even Now, As You Enter My
Poems Without
end or beginning––this is how it is, Inimitable,
exactly as you are, Even
now, as you enter my poems, As
you whisper in my ear Of
thighs entwined, lips your lips did kiss. Who
can say which way is not the way onward? (All loves are the way onward.) As
you trek with the weight of each precious moment–– Without
knowing what has been purged, Or
why this moratorium is lifting, Or
how the curfew will end, Or
when the incessant wrangling Between
states will be pushed away, (Or who will speak for the essence of
the people.) The
light holds us when none else will. We
count ourselves among the footsteps Of
all that is close and all that is gone And
all that’s forgiven And
all that’s to come. 24
December 2004 [Published in Mantra Winds: Poems 2004-2010. © 2010 by Jim
Cohn.] |
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