Carry Me

He turns me around the corner
Smooth as a freighter’s captain
Coming to port.
And there’s curry in the air
Fiery and deep
Steaming from the sidewalk.

Men in a hole
Near a store called
“The Remains of Light.”
He carries me now--passed
A basket store
The reeds assembled,
hanging.
And me, hanging on his arm
Lapping him--like the
Water laps the reeds
Before they’re dried.
Hanging on his every word
The way the baskets are hanging.
Carry me--
Carry my longing
Till you drop
Till the end of the dock
To the water’s edge.
Captain me--
And the moon is
Two moons across the
Water.  Near the pier
A bench appears
Carry me till our footprints
Mesh.
Till our hearts break
and the water breaking in
The dawn.

by jan hubbell on Saturday, February 06, 2010

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