The voices of my friends
in the sunlight
All of us running
around outside
our deaths
……………. —Michael Dickman
The Basin
—Boonton NJ, 1958
running around outside
our deaths, inside our lives
this wheel’s on fire
spun off its hub
feet hands arms
touch, hug
in a town a river ran through,
ran through arteries
to lust, to love
many streams deep
and breathlessly wide
a basin in a gorge
through which
turbulence glides,
we came to hang
to dive, to ride
its incoherent flume
its white exhilaration
to slide over boulders
to the basin’s calm
into its still cup
space shade light
this . that then
there here
pied
incomprehensible
balm
.
by Jim Culleny
1/7/12