José Luis Gutiérrez
Outside the world is water.
From these banished heights, at the oracular hour
from Judah to Santiago on Sunset houses float
across this last vernal halation of the dying day
the unaccountable seeping in as spectral fires light the star canvas―
through windows, the molecular churn
of bodies caught in their intractable orbits.
Already the waves carry us toward yesterday’s
Deh, quando tu sarai tornato al mondo…ricorditi di me
This opening in the field―
felted as distance,
lush as speech
tugs at the blood knot
To say: I felt you pass through me
would be imprecise.
More: I was the ghost of your habitation
for a day, maybe two.
My lightening unto your dark or conversely.
Moon in the mirroring pond of elocution.
José Luis Gutiérrez is a San Francisco poet. His work has appeared in Spillway, Eratio, 99 Poems for the 99 Percent, San Francisco Poets 11, Sparring with Beatnik Ghosts, Margie, Letterbox, DMQ, Apropos Literary Journal and is forthcoming in the Mutanabbi Street Anthology due out 2012 through PM Press.
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