attic (may, 2011)

I want to talk about light
that ponderous
pendulum time
when the rays run golden
yes, I'm sure it's sunlight
but it's also
a kiss
suspended in a room
filled with dustbecome cobwebs

listen
you can see the seconds
creep on around photoboxes
in this late attic instant
as we fold down blankets
and lift the dust covers
off of a last summer

turn, smile
eyes
beat
and that, with lips,
is that

open a book
and it will run its fingers
through yours
like so many strands of hair
trapping the blues and greens
and shining out with the colour of time
kept close by the whisperclasp of the cover

it's an invocation
a glimpse into a present
removed only by the different pathways
of neurons and synapses

candle-small
little voices peer into that idea
and fill it up with a symphony
of sneezes and stubbed toes
and etch each panel in the walls
with echoes and heartbeats

we were young once
but this is no lament in the key of grey
young once
just once
but
again and again
we pushed deeper
into our unknown common store
opened that kiss
and each spider-spun second
we rescued from becoming the past
or future

it was a dust filled room
that taught me to love
the secret moments of potential
suspended
in a once
and only once-again
suncluttered memory of light