Swiss Alps

SWISS ALPS

I have levitated through
the long tunnels of night
the darkness had mouths that were forgotten
lips with dragonfly wing shadows
and large eyes.

The only strangers the moon
stars and headlights.

I ended on an island submerged
under dark waters,
wet dark hands touched my cheeks.
My old words flickered and went out,
their light gone,
the clothes of old astronomers
and their charts disappeared.

The gloves that were my hands became flesh.
I touched the infinite warm whiteness
of the dark

I now feel at home walking alone
in this high cold place.


Duane Locke

Posted over on Sun Oasis