A Day Of Forget

The hum of morning going to bed at two wake at six

The way I would do so often on my own trying to prove

I could keep the owl’s hours like a shadow dance step

Mirrored in a theoretical lift, wings held in limited recuperation

To take the load, to drink the Scotch straight

Face the mermaid and gauge another pair of legs

Pacing away hair in a braid

Eyes in an orchestra echoing

I signed the papers on buying my fifth house yesterday

Eleventh move coming up since 2000

Time’s undulation laughing in hope’s smithereens crescendo

Plucking a transformer perfect day skyline

Jazz Fest lightning scooping glob drops

Spring hurricane Monday testing the flood

Mortgage acquired and a fresh blacksmith set of keys

Dead bolt and beige walls to paint New Orleans shotgun hues

Exiting the office just to walk a letter to the postbox down the street

To be in the cooled sun breeze cloudless azure kiss for a glimpse

If only a flash of the tidal waters subsiding breathing that dare bit of air

A man inhales in full flowing the universe rapturously in love with being alive

Eternal like ignorance obliterated in the peacefulness of being in a moment

Sent a facsimile to the sewerage and water board twice forgot the act of sale the first

Rounded the accounting and worked on an old letter to let go knowing how to end it

Pressing that skyline to the inside of my eyelids

Viktor Frankyl could always see the heavens glistening there in the quiet infinite

Paced out without my water bottle from work, car moving

To set the first batch of boxes in the new home, Odysseus smiling Calhoun howls

Switching potholes for roadblocks Ferret and Jefferson looping

Torn and undressing into my brother’s band in a T-shirt for the mat

Yoga and stretching out to the straight leg pointed and pressed

Resting in straight arms offered to the Earth for the universe to hear

My body riding the horse candid in flow

To come out and say things rather than wonder the waters to hear Penelope

Behind a decade of forget wrapped no longer remembering her face

Wandering another quest and the universe always answers

I exit the galactic studio and see a guy I just met Monday night

Staring me in the face, him just woken as I put on my shoes

Us speaking of a traveling slam poet rebel atheist

Distracted I forget my yoga mat

Half down the street to my car I reverse, return

Walk in taking water from my previous lapse in canteen diligence

I see a question in the corner like a glass on a beachhead for a sailor

Glistening in the sand for Odysseus to investigate

So it is the confluence of the universe tickles

To hang a paper cup to a wooden table staring up at blue sky blue

Lou Reed in the aum

Discussing the big picture of it all, joking about having it figured out

The timelessness, the ability to accept help

The introverted penchants and the daring to leap off that ledge

As if the setting sun into that blue can net a body if one spreads skyward

Gravity reversed and laughing that happiness could be right there

Behind twisting corners of John Prine’s old broken bottle looks just like a diamond ring

In the sand barefoot and smiling into the mermaid snares of rules

I have known so well thinking of what she said to me in my kitchen

By the refrigerator, the time on the sidewalk, the pivot of the Allways Lounge

And the universe just has that way of clipping chances into confetti

Irony like a respectful whisper of closing dresser drawers full of pictures

Of who knows how to get through the rain in the big woods

Forgetting the way in and the way out

As if you’ve lived this voyage a thousand lifetimes before

Couldn’t get Dylan tickets Mr. Tambourine man, churning salt

Knowing even when you make it home it still feels like you are at sea