MAKING PHENOMENA OUT OF LOVE
You are caught between
perceiving and understanding
as though it were balancing
to stride in the middle, with one eye looking through light.
The other like a deer’s ear craning inward.
There are others. Not everyone is hearing this roll of drums
or the banana leaves curling and uncurling.
We have started slow. With the old notions
inside and out.
Then you arrive here. Where you do not quite believe one or the other.
Where I am the one taking and untaking. Doing this preposterous
business of the hands. Making you mine. Walking out
into the light, all blinded, and climbing back in with your heart.
Copyright © William Weitzel. White Whale Review, issue 1.1