shackles

a telling of it – Calpyso to her sleeping lover, Odysseus years on i haven’t found your measure words i’d shipwreck in your mind are poor survivors lost at the edge of your smile disappearing at that horizon your eyes weep into grey. afraid my taking more than you give showing yourself only in the night you make over me with your hands whatever the sun. wreckage – Odysseus to his sleeping lover, Calypso i, abandoned along your skin the pulse of surf a pleasure amidst dark rocks sky turning white at the sea-brim all things known on another shore, were they unbound, turned to warmth again within your muscle. your body undoes this sacred island in winds becalmed like iron shackles from me undoes a shifting sleep within to match the dream your body goes through rising to the skin stirring the bed of your voice. a dream moving together. still – Calypso farewells her captive Odysseus a fine day on this shore the birds bearing my shawl aloft in flutter above me, sun in every niche of rock the breakers laying out their fabrics of foam laced round gloss of sky, the cold of your going like the sea clasping my ankles drawing the soles of my feet downward, the suck of tears i swear that i saw you struggle not to turn and face me from your false deck
tokyo 1993
revised june 2020
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The music is from the 4th piece of Robert Schumann’s Gesänge der Frühe, interpreted by Mitsuko Uchida