As It Were Seeming We Feel Our Own Being

Composed During The Last Leg Of A Long Trip Home Via Bus



as we were waiting, and waiting, two others arrived



Rushing to fall in

& over itself

water leaves once breathless air heavy with sweet

so easy to breathe in that coolness, the smell



of a kind very two, of a feather what rapture



sugar added to water 

softens & smoothes it so well

that lacking it many a cup's incomplete



i despair, lacking skill, in these phrases to capture



for a bed one could so very easily take

plush expanses of moss, 

distinctly inviting

a languor, a reclining delight



what the senses and soul together connive



like when you first 

see the light 

of the campfire built 

by your lover 

while you were out

getting lost –



– out, that is, in –



yourself by yourself

yourself at yourself

yourself for yourself



– looking & through –



would you see what they see when they look at your me

would you know which it was when they recognized you                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    



would you know what it was when you found it 

would you know what you had when you had it

would you 



you know 



would you know what to do



because with enough of the clever 

with practice

if quick lucky or high



you can feel your way almost without being shown

you can taste on your lips breathlessness almost your own 

you can catch in someone's eyes the blue of the sky



more precious than any thing the Earth on or under

more rare than any creature on dry land or in Water

more sought after than the grace of communicant Air

more strong than can the rushing of Fire e'er sunder



they reminded me strongly of one you and one i

tempus fugit