Without Possession

All along the bended mesh
A severance of swallows
Gathered
Gathered here
Gathered here today

You arrive
Without possession

The rusty click
Of gate
Rejoining its place
Among the pickets

Squinting through a fly screen door
Peeling at the corners
I must to you
Seem as much a shadow
As you to me
A vivid apparition

Even as our shoes
Pestle the powdery drive
And we collide
Silent as the seam
Of adjacent days

Forehead to forehead
And a gathering
Of hands

Watch the softly-spoken word performance of this poem on YouTube:

youtube.com/watch?v=GrZtBecIA-s

This poem appears in


Wire Walkers

© Brendan Bonsack
January 2015