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from The Chronicle of Knarn

i’ve looked across the stars to find your eyes

they aren’t there

where do you hide when the sun goes nova?

i think it’s over

somewhere a poem dies

inside i hide my fears like bits of broken china

mother brought from earth

milleniums ago

i don’t know where the rim ends

to look over

into the great rift

i only know i drift without you

into a blue that is not there

tangled in the memory of your hair

the city gleams in afternoon suns. the aluminum walls

of the stellar bank catch

the strange distorted faces of

the inter-galactic crowds.

i’m holding my hat in my hand

standing awkwardly at the entrance to their shrine

wishing i were near you.

were they like us? i don’t know.

how did they die & how did the legend grow?

(a long time ago i thot i knew how this poem would go, how the figures of the saints would emerge, now it’s covered over by my urge to write you what lines i can. the sun is dying, i’ve heard them say it will go nova before the year’s end. i wanted to send you this letter (this poem) but now it’s too late to say anything, too early to have anything to send.)

i wish i could scream your name & you could hear me

out there somewhere where our lives are

we have moved beyond belief

into a moon that is no longer there

i used to love you (i think)

used to believe in the things i do

now all is useless repetition

my arms ache from not holding you

the winds blow unfeelingly across your face

& the space between us

is as long as my arm is not

the language i write is no longer spoken

my hands turn the words

clumsily