Keeping the Distance


Keeping the Distance

Those green yellow jumpers

are outside me now, no longer

trapped behind closed eyes.

Always loved the nighttime

music best.


It’s all cobwebs, honeycombs,

ribs of wood.

The coyotes are awake now,

caroling at crocodile mountains

and an elbow moon.


Where did all the bumblebees

come from? You don’t know.

If I stand too close

your cholla fingers bite.


Addicted to motion,

some imago called progress;

White butterflies circled desert blooms,

and you smelled of sky and sand.

I always stood too close.

                      —a poem by KMM


About Lightning Heart

Nomad. Poet. Philosopher. Teacher. View all posts by Lightning Heart

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