Unknown to closure the rabid alley
run through. Night & plum in plot.
A lengthened tremble over wine,
a pale percent of past to meet you
weak in tides trickling out. Damp
enough to drop your hand I fear
the sparse fields too soon for winter
& browning singular within you.
Perpetual middle. Makeshift house
swaying from roof in recluse. The cremated
sea bends with box & branch, finds its way
to drain. Most heads held high despite.
Enough liminal love wound through
cardboard faces reaches song.
Young & crammed lie the dying in bed.
From the moon I can bear to hear
each way you turn away in wooden chair
a watery escape to me you pulse, you platitude.
Benched craze of the wool heart,
pulse in the leg reminiscent, rescued.
My urgent miscellaneous to do is
the kite sweeping our heads is the
waiting shoulder. How long has the lake
shimmered in touch, finds itself missing
while I cover my territory, returning
the gifts one by one, flowers on tightrope
in place. Again for you I wait, a
fault line. Stepping into the emergency
like lightning-struck child, the list so long
our bodies cannot stretch & make due.
I can only catch an honest eye temporarily,
the sand lapping rocks which you name.
The blue photograph I trace to the sun
& the mist you wear worn only by me
is a lingering held breath
the fragrance of fear which is home.
Fingering the edges conventionally,
a marriage, a sweet-toothed swan
skimming its way through pond & pinnacle.
A fate, the hands clasping, retired bullock
in bed of hay retrieving glassy sheen.
October free fall. Bits of wind near seizure.
Can happen inside the circumference of loyalty,
a bashful heat from bodies, breach, lurch, search
me till raw limbs. You, farm-like among
apple trees, wed to your self a whelping
wing, mistake & Pythagorean theorem.
A plow soft with rust curdles hardening earth.
Please tell me how to exit rooms unnoticed but
with a kiss o exhaled wire & seeing through.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Megan Johnson is a graduate of the Iowa Writers’ Workshop and is a recipient of the Glenn Schaeffer Award in Poetry. Her first collection of poems, The Waiting, won the 2004 Iowa Poetry Prize and will be published in April. In January, she will teach poetry writing courses at Victoria University.