imprints from Rosewater

imprints from Rosewater

                  

in the course of suspension

  over

in the act of lowering

  down

in the ritual that is burying

  under

time becomes the staggered images

of someone else’s life, bleeding

frames over your bitter green.

everywhere you uncover

a double exposure;

the thought that you

  could

have been them

  could

have been caught

in a faultless Vonnegut jump

and broken over a Dali sunrise

to find Picasso reading the soft, wet

tea leaves in your evolving cup.

your fingers are pushing into

the clay of tomorrow’s dawn

remember me

call my name

one more time

define me

refine me

inter me

until the

  tock  ing

      tick  ing

hits the bedrock 
of unforgiv ing craft.