Anima III
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This article reprinted from John T. Unger's Art Heroes. The original article can be found online:
https://www.igotnozen.com/2005/08/anima_iii_.html
© 2010, John T Unger
I court you w/ glance & ear
not the spread feathered shuffle
'round the fire
or the tight leap into sky.
I know a man who lives in wait
for the patience to outsit stones.
This is like that.
I will be glad of the day
when I can touch you
& know that my body
does not intrude on yours.
I will be glad when we find the way
our boundaries fit together.
I want to give you
a stand of virgin pine
the size of Northern Michigan,
rivers & the color of the oak in fall,
soft leather, sweet dreams &
a kiss on the lips.
I want to give you everything.
I will write you six perfect poems
bind them into a small book
& put them in your hands.
After all,
who can be so certain
that the tides do not move the moon
contrary to what we are told.
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