Talking to one who sometimes does not seem to hear me
You are out there:
where hammer meets nail
and the level decides
the suitability of the cut.
Out there
where i cannot hear or see you
and where I reach
with a hand grown small
and crabbed,
with a voice creeping with weed.Hear me: mine is a voice
tiny with need
easily leveled
by the breadth and drama
of your being.
See me: mine is a body
core-soft, secretive
but hard-shelled like the crab:
when fearful of your appetite
I let
darker recesses
shelter me.May 1988
Revised May 1999
Peace Dale/Portsmouth
