Song
Song“All about your skin I tie and untie mine.” –Marquez
“All about your skin I tie and untie mine.”In this world you reach for any
stream or tree or cloud
that needs your touch. Out
in the world you reach
for ponderosa pine, the Mad River,
or a glimpse of high cirrus
that whispers, “Touch, touch.”
Inching out into this world
you breathe the dream
of August sap, wild current,
night storm. Coming out
in the world this very late
at last, you touch the sun’s
short rays with your tongue,
a tongue unused to singing.
You sing out past national forests,
river ways, and northern seas—
for a man you hope to meet,
a lover: in the heartwood,
in white foaming, in the sky.
This may not seem like much of an event to you. And perhaps it’s no great shakes as a poem, but for me i
