Poezja

Cloud cover
 
I don’t see myself in
this.
Waiting for the cloud to
part,
for my illumination to
begin.
When I’m warm I grasp it, mania
ensues.
The need for clarification
overwhelms me
I overstep the mark and your
recoil begins.
Reciting Oppenheimer, caught
in the brightness
all I can do is wait for
the clouds to converge.
You walk away.
Wanting to feel.
Wanting to hope.
Wanting to love.
Cloud cover.
 
Briefest of glimpses. You
see me in there.
Promethean intensity
revealing what is alive
but that which can’t persist.
A love shaped by contrast,
by shade: eclipsed.
Within my penumbra all is
bleak.
I want to emerge and
unfurl-to radiate
You remain.
Helping me feel.
Helping me hope.
Helping me love.
Cloud cover.
 
Red and Black are my world’s
only colours.
Falsehoods and deceptions.
Contradictions overshadow
what emerges inside me.
I am at home in Diodati.
Corrosion can be reversed
but its remnants still
contaminate.
Acceptance of the haze is
the beginning of purity.
You cleanse.
I feel.
I hope.
I love.
Cloud revealed.
 
 
 
A Marriner © September
2006