metaorology

it appears fall
is here to stay
in a way it is too late
but that is almost too easy
for you and me
caught in time
in a way that it has always been
too late
we do not talk about us
it seems we have left it
all
to a sort of pathetic fallacy
so there is already so much
to interpret
time runs out
we have the objects we bought together
sitting around the house uncomfortably
still trying to find their place
the laundry hanging near the window
with its perfume of talc
cold and white
surrendering to us
for it sees
and seems to behold
a future
to nurture a trust we have never even
dreamed of
and thus we finally know
surrendering is an act of great faith
take the weather for
example
one walks around as though there were somewhere
to go
one walks around trying
to be penetrated by the weather
trying to make
sure it really is fall
for there is a great sun
and a great cold so one never quite knows
what these winds have come to carry away
as far as night goes
i take my body out for a walk
not quite a journey
but rather a vertical
movement into the
moment
i stand wonderfully empty so the wind easily pushes me ahead like a
ghost
i read the signs
the posters
the ads the menus
when i pass by a travelling agency
i stop for a moment
to check if they propose
home
on their window
no
then something odd occurs
my arms grow back as though there might be
things coming my way
to take
my feet
my legs
weak at first then strong
my empty coat swells up a little
under bones muscles
fat nerves and tendons
a parthenogenesis if you will
my breath accelarates
my chest grows back
without your hands on it
goes up and down
up and down
and my eyes open
to let everything in
and out
i deduce from the cries
of
mourning
bereavement and
a shattered heart
when i come back
full of body like when we first met
don't ask
don't say the word your eye spits
don't tremble as
leaves
carried away in the wind my love i no longer know
the nomenclature of the heart.