Let us inhabit
your ramble of rooms,
your friends
tune instruments at dusk,
from a tub
you strum guitar,
grand pianos
in the growing dark
where we stand listening—
loose confluence
of song,
almost I think
we could sleep the night through
in this carpeted space, almost
we could live with you, Ragnar Kjartansson.
Monthly Archives: October 2023
Little Given
O Land, long-neglected,
accept this my conscious
attention. Tender grasses
push up endless
but I know you’re meant
for more than these last remnants
of the life you led.
Hours yet of tilling
in my limbs
but I can turn air
and light and rain
into soil, I can feel
we may again begin.