something so live
cannot stay still
or pace in prescribed patterns
indefinitely
though it is almost
civilized into submission
I remember wildness
roaring or purring
through my blood
wisdom that dream-talks
and says I am made to hunt
to gather together and share
the fruit of my roaming
not spend my days like pennies
counted up and saved
but those pennies rolled
and spinning on the floor
the counting table tossed over
and the door
on broken hinges
left open
today’s sky glows with
flawless forget-me-not blue
I will remember
once you get past 100
in this series
you know
it’s far past time
to run
just
look down
once in a while
because
the celestial sense
of humor
that put us together
in the first place
& the second
& the third
is pure slapstick
& one of us
will slip onto
quite literally
that banana peel trick
& I do not want
a hand up
from you
& will not look back
to see your fall
no matter who
is laughing & pointing
crocuses
after the winter softens
we don’t know
we are waiting
until we grow
until we open
and opening
begin to sing sweetness
in late July midnight
this firefly floats
inches from my hands
& settles on my knee
just one
blinking her long code
of lust or hunger
to no answering light
the rest of the fireflies
long gone in this heat
her singular
unscheduled flight
simply drifted
& brushed here, resting
on my lap
to remind me of you
& how I said today
fireflies were done here
for the summer
if I say nothing
keep this heart sewn closed
as my mouth
if I just speak
if I
just speak
if I just
speak
my eyes their truth
and voice
frames no words
for you to spin
if I say nothing
you
force words in my mouth
rough and bitter
not tasting
of anything I would say
and I will
spit them out
back to you
justifying anger
I did not shape
from the beginning
silence is not enough
it is time
for these feet to move
where you will not follow
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DHvvDyBoyMQ
Lyrics:
Drowning here in Summer’s Cauldron
Under mats of flower lava
Please don’t pull me out this is how I would want to go
Breathing in the boiling butter
Fruit of sweating golden Inca
Please don’t heed my shout I’m relax in the undertow
When Miss Moon lays down
And Sir Sun stands up
Me I’m found floating round and round
Like a bug in brandy
In this big bronze cup
Drowning here in Summer’s Cauldron
Trees are dancing drunk with nectar
Grass is waving underwater
Please don’t pull me out this is how I would want to go
Insect bomber Buddhist droning
Copper chord of August’s organ
Please don’t heed my shout I’m relax in the undertow
When Miss Moon lays down
In her hilltop bed
And Sir Sun stands up
Raise his regal head
Me I’m found floating round and round
Like a bug in brandy
In this big bronze cup
Drowning here in Summer’s Cauldron
Susan Daniels Poetry 