When I Close My Eyes
A Poem & Sketch
When I Close My Eyes
When I close my eyes I see lightening
I see the swell of interest
Fruiting like a seed does
The whole world lies in her
Ancient, grown, ingrown
Reaching
Sewing the ground with threads of gold
They are mirrored in the lungs
Of your father and my father
My own twin organs groan
Gasp
Hunt for purity in the smoke I reel
From that clove cigarette
Laced with sage and foreign tea leaves
The one you gave to me
Now I breathe what you breathe
And it makes me dizzy
Like a fading spark
Catching the last spin of wind
I arrive softly
Searching for trust
The silent tree waves at me with recognition
Anchored in some reverend ground
Well, I am a little lost here, but that’s part of reading the written word. I see the celebrity conversation in the first two lines. Then, I’m lost until “clove cigarette” which I have forever disdained…lol. I did see the word twin before that which perhaps suggests that you are a twin, idk. That has always fascinated me, the experience of being a twin, since I have always felt so disconnected with my own brother. Then in the next stanza I kind of see an acid like experience or something of that nature, so I am kind of out of the loop on that-maybe slightly lost. Then, finally, your come down to earth moments in the last two lines and your reconnecting to a land based trust, the earth and the trees. I love trees; I live with and spend a great deal of time around them even though I live in the middle of LA. I must admit, they have not ever waived at me to my awareness, though they always do provide lovely and active creatures that do communicate with me in various ways, even in the form of waiving. The trees themselves are anchors, stability, and wisdom to me. That’s my take on this for now, I’m sure I’ll see more on the next times around. Thank you for sharing with us Kimbra
Oh wow. Beautifully worded.