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Posted in poems with tags , on March 5, 2013 by Phillip Barker



We spend the slow afternoon
Slipping, dipping into the ocean
And we are dark oceans to each other
Slipping into intimacy
Dipping into each others minds
Sharing our secret places
By this river
Long, sun-drenched afternoon
We drift and
As everything merges with the night
I watch the arc of a diver
Her atoms merging with the river
We strike an unusual balance
You playing “But if…”
“If only…”
Me insisting on “This moment”
And in the chill air,
The mage fooled by swirling energy
And a diver’s eternal arc
We are lost to ourselves
And each other
The baby’s on fire
fevered and restless.
You sing to her
of the sparrowfall
And out over Fire Island
Spirits drift
Mist devils
Transmitting and trumpeting
The close of the day
I wander the hollow lands
In the failing light
See Pierre, buried in the shadows
Belgian forests, and white crosses
Stretching to the horizon
The simplicity of the line like
Something magnificent by Tal-Coat
Quartz crystal
Gleaming future.
Spirits screaming
Some of them, old
new-born from the stillness
Bone bombs under stars
How many worlds I survey
Above the white cliff
The Fat Lady singing
Valhalla’s glory in broad strokes
Above the Ardennes

(Based on titles from Brian Eno’s discography

with a backhander from Viv Stanshall’s catalogue)