signals
by Frank Watson
carved wood--
love letters written
before the dawn of time
we speak
in smoke signals
around in circles
vanishing
to the touch
the rope
entwines us
and binds us
hands and feet
as we set sail
on silver seas
we shape time
with a chisel
following the lines
of an afternoon
eclipse
she
is a sculpture
formed
from the lines
of infinity
laid out to rest
on the bed
of salvation
You can find this poem in In the Dark, Soft Earth: Poetry of Love, Nature, Spirituality, and Dreams.
