08 May 2010

"my compass spins, the wilderness remains."

Smell that summer
breathe it in
sharp, like a needle
diving through thread

smell that Summer
perched on the edge

on the walk to my car
three a.m. and the
stars are out

I'm taking a shortcut
through the park

a rabbit gets caught
in the spotlight
of a motion detector
and I'm in his light

our shadows
look quietly
at each other.

he bounds beside me
his path
clear ahead of him
in the grass.

He's going North.
Find that star, kid.

The True North.

asleep
in a field of bedsheets
her Sister, Sapphire
in the next room

the rabbit bounds
into a field of green
grass
i dodge in
following,

Cut a new path
in the park
cut it North,

True North
in the grass