Billowing black raincoat
Muddy knees muddy boots
Grey hair long and
Damp with the deluge
escaping from whatever
I would use to hold it
Camera encumbered
Porting the paper burden
of maps notes brochures
Stalking the perfect
moment when the sun bursts
through the roiling clouds
The curve of road
opens up hill and sky
and the green land spills below
Or crawling into what’s
human-built so old
the years humble me
Till […]
You feather like ink on linen
or smudged pencil lines
whenever I try to place you
in my mind;
my memory marred
by weather, by seasons,
by the Pacific
that separates us.
I could picture you in
humid Asia;
lightweight, fragile
as if you’re formed by
the bones of bird
or fish.
Over there it’s Jasmine leaves,
sweet oranges, oiled wood.
While I was a child
that foreign land
became a part of […]
It lives nine miles
north of paradise.
Its eyes swim
towards the morning star.
It has the tapered fingers
of a concert pianist.
Its face is hidden
beneath its beauty.
~ David Kowalczyk
David Kowalczyk lives and writes in the small gypsum mining town of Oakfield, New York, USA. His poetry has appeared in seven anthologies and over seventy magazines, including […]
