The closed-eye sunrise
Lifts to recognizable
Forms,
And we go back to
Knowing each other
Based on the facts
We use as calling cards
-- Peas are anti-inflammatory;
There are still, in some locales, pin monkeys;
Venezuela cries to be free --
We feel each other like that
Clean through the day,
Until the closed-eye sunset
When the forms dissolve
And what people feel inside
Remains
As the only thing real --
But there's not enough rope
To throw the life vest
Of understanding,
The boat is
Already
Too far away.
