MAY by Bob Paris © 5.22.2015

Shall this heart break half in two

Or will it be three ragged pieces served

Cold in a morning fog that

Sees me here at my spot as ever

Yet needed my gaze over there at

That urgent place you told me about

Late in the day

And now you’ve lost me

So it seems

Can you hear me hear me hear me

Will you reach me giant step as an infant crawls

Unyielding yet staring with hooded ayes

And a host of goddesses bring forth

Snap snap, snap snap

Sing melodies of brown eggs

Gathered on this expectant May dawn

That pushes toward a flowering

Of bluebottles and cakewing baker bees

And swallowtails swirling in early light

Irreducible to merest neutron and

Flattened earth rounded by breath

Yawning gorges stretched across the gap

Between the wing and the petal

Each one shouldered up against a rusty screen

That barely keeps me from knowing

Your heart as well as I do (or maybe don’t)

Know my own

Is that the answer you have long longed for

For which you have long longed

Perhaps it’s something else altogether

Oh look

MAY by Bob Paris © 5.22.2015