4.04.2004

Poem 1. Fireflies in a Windstorm

Can you understand the way my mind works?
~ fireflies in a windstorm ~
The way my thoughts connect?
~ fireflies in a windstorm ~
The synapses in my brain?
~ fireflies in a windstorm ~

***

While attending a lecture on math—

I'm off on a tangent
of an x,y,z curve
lost in three-dimensional space


When a girl I know speaks of death—

do you see the little bird?
do you hear the haunting melody?


When friends discuss 'responsibility'—

a match flares in the darkness,
someone lights a candle to see


***

Words speak images to me
and images speak words.
One becomes the other before my eyes
as they dance in chaos inside my mind.

I try to explain the song of poetry
that I hear all day,
but I can't.

I have lived so long inside my head
I forgotten the music of speech—
its rhythms,
its patterns,
its sequence.

I can see by your face that you make no sense of it, of me.
Have you never tried to catch
fireflies in a windstorm?

cm
march 11, 1993

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