Eveninghas come againand I am awayin another worldspending the nightunder a cherry treewith trembling leavesin a tent for one.Another day has passed,has come to an end,has been full of almostbut not quiteeverything I loveabout being alive.
Maybe it means somethingthat a wood froginsignificantsmallwas the whole focus of a mansorryhorrifiedfor a very long timeafter his chore with the weedertook out one tiny eyeleft half-blinda creature he looked for every daya creature he created a habitat foror maybe it means nothingexcept man cannot helpbut hurtalmost everything he lovesin some small way. DeMaris5-14-22
Another springblooms greenin that space between blue skyand brown soil,which is like a lessonsome of us must learnagain and again—that something like happinesswill come,stay a while—and maybe that happinesswill have warm handsand a sunshine smile—still,no matter how good it feelsto grow and expand,to encompassone singular beauty—we are the thorns,the hurt things,the cuttable rose, already cut,ever-fixedContinue reading “Pattern of Freeze and Thaw”
A little differently. A little less. This is how I love you now— now that time has made a fool of us, of me, of you, you, who loved me as completely as I loved you— but you couldn’t find a way to undo unravel untangle the bramble of every choice you made before yourContinue reading “I Still Feel It”
Now that I am certain you will never return I wonder how much more time will have to pass before I stop wanting you to.
I’ve come to tell you something about the earth something about this day the sun my god— MY GOD! the sun rose again and so did I— and how magnificent it is that I am a spectator of the goldfinch the nuthatch the Carolina wren—the song of life ringing in my ears— the vision ofContinue reading “Earth Day”
Couples, singles, friends— an old house immersed in soft music without voice. It is the season of sweaters of fires in fireplaces of colorful wines in long-stemmed glasses small squares of cheese on round crackers olives that taste like you’re in fine company— a group of respectable achievers you admire for reaching the top withContinue reading “Saturday Night Party Game”
When we were we— in love so deep we couldn’t see a way out, I would memorize the way your chest felt beneath my hand, the way your neck contoured my breath— the warmth of love settling into permanence. I knew, in those moments, everything the world had to teach me. I knew nothing wouldContinue reading “I Was Right”
For peace, she is willing to take a pill every day that will take away her pleasures her poetry her creativity because it will also take away want and wish and turn love into something benign, undesired— something she used to be capable of. DeMaris 3-10-2022
Winter Warmth The heavy snow stops everything— traffic work school construction lunch dates birthday parties doctor appointments big plans airplanes— but the heavy snow doesn’t stop your mind from running full speed two years into the past when you spent a couple February nights sliding into bed beside a man who loved you so muchContinue reading “Winter Warmth”