New poem – Lou, green sea, ache
Lou,
You never told me about this,
never warned me that a heart could crack
wide open, as fragile as eggs,
as messy, as raw.
You never warned me, Lou,
that it could be my heart that
did the cracking.
The corn has grown tall now, Lou
it stretches for miles, ripples in waves
when the wind blows, a massive green tide.
I could lose myself there, walk straight in
and never be seen again.
How
could I know the danger of watching
those green waters deep
before me, how they could steal the air
from my lungs and leave
me gasping?
There’s no returning to a moment, Lou,
it’s there, and then it is gone, only
a piercing echo in the emptied chamber,
pins through atria, ventricles struggle,
ache
the slow drowning
of memory.