past the buoy and into the deep
who are we it seems that
our time left on this orb has grown somewhat thin
like tin like paper
we live these tumble-down lives on a wire
razor-sharp and easily broken
from across the rooftops the sound of a church bell tolling
at our feet a broken sidewalk with persistent weeds
sprouting through the cracks
who are we why do we need names
we walk down to the beach remove our clothes
and wade out into the cold green water
we are humans and so there are testicles and breasts
penises and vaginas
all splashed by the waves of the incoming tide
and then finally hidden beneath the salt water
now we are swimming out toward the buoy
and the ocean seems a part of our bodies
schools of fish live inside of us
and the whales of our souls leap
and jump
breaking the surface of our humanity
who are we is there a plan to this
or just chaos to embrace or endure
we both know and don't know
accept and deny
live and yet fail to live fully
the bell on the buoy tolls in time with the church bell
the wire of this tumble-down life is getting thinner still
razor-sharp yes
but broken now like our time
and then we are past the buoy and into the deep
james lee jobe
late afternoon our clothes fall to the floor and we leave them there
something begins with your lips like stones
like wonder with the crops in the field
touching the lowest face of the summer sky
and that which has begun
moves your lips to mine
moist and loved by the universe
and the heat of the sun
the way that the crops move from the soil
to the air reaching up reaching up
my hands on your body bring the afternoon to life
and I trace the length of you with a touch
something has indeed begun your lips and your body
stones wonder the growing crops
kiss and caress and again
-james lee jobe
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