Forgiveness

What are we trying to get at here?
Would you hold that up so I can see it?

In remembrance of things
That are here in front of us
Looking right at us

In this case they remain themselves

Talking within earshot
Hydrants and honeysuckle,
Enjambed declensions

In the house, the garden
Where one belongs, place
Made of itself, “that was an experience,

I experienced it” and down you go,
Buried in time, or over and out,
Why pretend or boast?

She shot a look at him,
Determined to be seen, to be correct in that,
Determined analytically, crossing out

The parts that “don't fit”
And fitting them in, they are not
Crossed out

In what vocabulary
Do I see the hawk
Shrug her massive shoulders

Do I see a blackbird,
Wing as whisper, fall
Toward roof-edge

To soar then set upon
The grass of the earth

Presence ensconced in words,
Demanded, scored,
Delivered as promised

Isn’t the world promising, green
Again, so why say anything?

I am quiet, still,
I persist
As the world ends

Together in that case
And tearing each other
Apart as we would want

Inwardness commences
It takes two to create life, it scares us,
We want to get rid of it altogether

Forgive us who know not what we do