Could we but share thy inner song
unvoiced by lyric word,
aware the chord for which we long
were better felt than heard—
Then you and I had surely found
a deep, unspoken love
whose very stillness would resound
to all the heavens above.
The letter U makes a perfect swing.
My hands rest softly on the ropes,
my bottom comfortable in the curve.
and back, knowing not seeing where we’re going.
Forward and back. Forward and back.
U soars higher and I feel the tug of the rope.
My heart pounds and sinks by the forces.–
(I was never one to jump as a kid.) Like two kids trying to figure out how to have a serious conversation
— or like two adults acting like children–
we sat in the dirt talking commitment,
You drew three lines in the sand. The first
straight and narrow (that must be me).
and back, away from the axis. A third line connected the two from
endpoint to endpoint. The solution for the equation of this graph
must be an imaginary number. It is irrational. Like deciding to read you this poem.
Forward and back. Forward and back. Back
and forth. Back and forth. Back
and forth. I’m dreaming now. My hands are wrapped around where U
points upward. My bottom held warm by you. I want to bend
U into an O MY GOD WHERE ARE YOU? Letters and numbers. Imaginary and irrational.
That is what I dreamt about when I fell
asleep going back and forth, back and forth
swinging on you.