"Under the Canopy "
When a true human being appears
in a community thirsty for the taste of soul,
they ... hear in the voice ... I am near.
..........................Rumi
Everything flows through me
but nothing is lost, not a drop
of wine, nor any excuses.
Across the wooden table you speak
as if you know the meaning
of my name, pour yourself
like a sun storm on a thirsty
riverbed. You ask me to bear this,
to remember the scent of apples
and the green heart of the poplar
growing in endless rows.
I try to lose you in the gaucho’s
ballad, let the guitar soften time
in our bones but you spill
another river of wine in my glass,
shake your head and smile
at my refusal; the delight a heart
feels when a voice it knows is near.
If I leave for a moment, I am afraid
you will disappear. Today is a glass
half drunk, an instant of knowing
how you pour, how you pour.
For the moment I will rest beneath
the moon of your eyes,
in the light of the unbearable
perched on this scruffy barrel of stars.
© 2005 Emusing (Lois P. Jones)
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