Ribbon Snake in the Sun I... «Thirst: Poems»
venusinhell27 августа 2013Ribbon Snake in the Sun
I came upon him and he is Startled; he glides To the rock’s rim; he wheels, setting in motion The stripes of his body, yet not going Anywhere. And, though the books say It can’t e done, since his eyes are set Too far apart in the narrow skull, I’m not Lying when I say that he lifts his face and looks Into my eyes and I look back until We are both staring hard At each other. He wants to know Just where in this bright, blue-faced world He might be safe. He wants to go on with the Flow of his life. Then he straightens His shining back and drops From the rocks and rockets through The tangle of weeds, sliding, as he goes, over My bare foot. Then it vanishes Into the shade and the grass, down to Some slubby stream, having Startled me in return. But there is a Small matter. What I would speak of, rather, Is the weightless string of his actually soft and Nervous body; the nameless stars of its eyes.
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