A Dual Life
Out into the night cooled quiet I come,
Tiptoeing slow past the soft rub of cats
And talking to noisy, busy birds as they
Call the tune. A silk whisker away from
The milky grey sky as the aging tired
Moon wanes her long way back to bed.
Weary from her nights work well done
She passes the baton early and retires.
I wave briefly back to the deeply naked
Trees as dewy washing kisses the wind
With the crunch of cotton, newly clean.
Paws silent on the ground, I stand and
Wait in the spacious air with the plants
Stretching out laughing leaves towards
The gentle caress of breath, mine and
Theirs. I give as they take and then we
Swap our roles. Hard noise comes now
With the men who must. Pulled from
Their burrows before the time is ready
And into ice cold cars they tumble with
Barely a blind kiss or fast taste of mint.
Too quick to life given and willingly laid
They focus their magic back on families
Warm in the old country, travelling far
In search of an empty crock of ghostly
Gold. I watch them hurry to their flesh-
Hungry jobs and fade back and through
The mist into my own blood-warm nest.
Ninety turns of bustle pass quickly and
I sit on cold metal, waiting now for the
Sharp, careering bullet that carries me
To my work. I look inside and watch the
Yellow fingers of warm light silky stroke
Smoothly over concrete, stone, metal,
Wood and leaf. He begins his own light
Days work. Mine arrives late, too early.
Flashes of other, different worlds charge
Past my window as wound clouds chase
And hunt, crouched down low behind the
Horizon or sallying on wind filled billows.
So short is my longing way to work with
No time to think, no time and even less
Space to stretch the muscles of my mind.
Much too soon we slow, I am here again.
The cold transformation spreads its ice,
Turning me from nature child to efficient
Office machine. I gulp a last dewy-sweet
Breath as I am drowned by the other life.
Copyright 2002 MoonSongstress