Poems from All Kinds of Disorder
Somewhere among the crisp packets
And curled plasters, where the nightlights
Can't reach, push the door shut
And come to me, naked and quiet.
Through brash hours when
They turn us in a shrill dance
Mark the half-glance that comes
To rest, the brush
Of arms: unstopped cadences
That summon and echo
Dark moments of belief.
And when we trail down
To the bright shore, laden
With canvas and plastic,
Swim out, too far,
Watch them in the shallows,
And where we are
Beyond them and ourselves
Cleave to me, still, out of depth.