A Poem: Tivoli Bays

Tell me something...
Did you see?
A thing that wasn’t.
there
Tell-me tell-me tell-me-
We are tired.
(above
Say. This sky
the sea) and stones
and stones.
Are still.

I blinked and saw blue eyes. No, no broken glass.

Say —This is the end of things.
—Let’s walk the tracks awhile.

7:35 P.M. The sun is setting soon. I cannot hear you. I cannot hear you.

—Give me things I cannot have, they are things I need. “Give me peace.”

—Keep your peace and I’ll keep mine. Please,
speak the words I speak.

“Remember when we took two grains of sand- two single, so alike?
Placed them beneath the microscope and watched one disappear?”

—Because it was a speck of a salt, now selfless in the sea..

“You are afraid.”

8:35 P.M. There are lights across the river, now. Hidden in the trees.

Tomorrow we will walk again-
(You’ll forget you cannot speak)
“You cannot speak to me.”

I’d rather watch the trains tonight and listen for my name.