Triptych of Found Poems
BOUND
As the sun
burned below the horizon
those early days that dipped
I felt a profound sense of shame –
the guilt of being lonely, of slipping away
in strange places
I looked over the sea:
a coffin swayed, open
his body far from alone
watery blue,
gentle. thunderous.
At the bottom of the garden
the rabbit breathes it all in
frantically searching
but never quite belonging.
UNCORRECTED
The green city paced in the dark, hazed,
a small sun beneath the water,
dangling over the edge.
It was a lonely place,
most of us sitting on chapped air, listening
to the scraping of sand, touching the walls
sponge insides.
We threw stones against car windows,
piercing our tongues with the shards.
How hard it was to leave.
UNADRESSED
When I got home,
I climbed through, pressed my teeth
together with passion
I repeat the word: empty
a mantra, a reminder to the self
of what is true
the heat simmers, paces
around the room like prickling absence
Someone calls: Look, I am here
to hold you
