POEMS
Colette Inez
ALL THINGS ARE ONE, SAID EMPEDOCLES
IN A LIGHT AS PROBABLE AS HUME
Immanuel Kant sets his clock
in another warp of Germany? Could be.
In
any event, the sun's slow watch
ticks off a time for the snowgeese to fly
from our sentences and paragraphs.
Fine words won't butter the parsnips , you quip.
Agreed . Tonight the stars will strike
unreasonable facts in the dark
of Sagittarius as I look for an arrow
of light and tell you the story of Orion
bringing the spoils of the chase to Merope,
his legendary love . You accuse me of loving
bookwords, "eleemosynary," "asseverate"
when you open your wine of a good recent year.
Dizzy and skimping over syllables, later
we see The Hunter with his sword pointing
to our door from his forest in the galaxy.
So many times I have heard our murmuring
at the top of the stairs, the habits of speech
we let go as we climb towards the night's disorders
and dreams, for this is the way we lock out the dark
