I want to write about a man beside a train.
A year later and I’m still looking for the words.
The palm of that strong hand-
balm on small of my lower back;
always, pulling.
I’m getting closer.

I’ve only taken a few steps
when my legs stop responding
to the signals from my brain
my vision locked
on an image
     you’re running
     beside the train
     your green hat folded
     in your hand
five hundred thousand minutes
into this   
    my feet can’t feel the ground
airy echoes  
of your name
far away and
      she sounds like me
in  s l o w  m o t i o n 
we are captured
in these frames
     in front of the lens
     behind the lens
     we are the lens
we are
standing still
      and spinning
     as the clocks vanish beneath 
we are
heaved beyond
      the gates
of this brief ceiling



cs moon 5.10.13




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8 Responses to Arrivals

  1. Caren says:

    I finally got to to read this.
    Couldn’t see it before for
    Some reason. I’ve been
    Waiting for this one. Glad
    To see it surface. It’s

  2. Luke Prater says:

    Palpable, yes… beautifully crafted minimalist poetry – love the image too. Very fine writing, love

  3. Christi Moon says:

    it’s wonderful to hear that, Caren…and great to see you here 🙂

  4. janehewey says:

    beautifully wrought piece of poetry. it reads like a love story happening on a cellular level. I admire your use of line breaks, line lengths, and italics. I very much enjoyed this. I already follow your blog but have not figured out yet how to receive email updates. anyway, my poetry blog is cheers! and happy weekend to you.

  5. Christi Moon says:

    thank you, namelessneed…

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