A smile fell in the grass.

Irretrievable!

 

And how will your night dances

Lose themselves. In mathematics?

 

Such pure leaps and spirals--

Surely they travel.

 

The world forever, I shall not entirely

SIt emptied of beauties, this gift

 

Of your small breath, the drenched grass

Smell of your sleeps, lilies, lilies.

 

Their flesh bears no relation.

Cold folds of ego, the calla,

 

And the tiger, embellishing itself--

Spots, and a spread of hot petals.

 

The comets

Have such a space to cross,

 

Such coldness, forgetfulness,

So your gestures flake off--

 

Warm and human, then their pink light

Bleeding and peeling

 

Through the black amnesias of heaven.

Why am I given

 

These lamps, these planets

Falling like blessings, like flakes

 

Six-sided, white

On my eyes, my lips, my hair

 

Touching and melting.

Nowhere.

 

Why did I name my site after this poem? Nowhere. That's the poet's home. Nowhere is why he writes--he is making it somewhere. It is where he lives--because no home can contain him. He is given "these lamps, these planets" in his words, to give to the select few or to the masses, according to his choosing.

 

This site is my Poetic Offering. I hope that you enjoy.