CANDLEHARP

I am avoiding you because
you are what I want,
and what I want is everything
and nothing

the axis basket says otherwise
so does the mist, quieter 
than hushable

what about the body and the spirit?
when’s their moment in the mist?

lake of my life, holding it all 

ancient trees and boats
and aircraft carriers, 
my summer blood and baby teeth 

what a word, carefree