Arrivals

(foreword)
 
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.
 
 
 
 Arrivals 

 
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
       careen
                                
into this   
        one        
   
    my feet can’t feel the ground
   
airy echoes  
of your name
far away and
thrumming
 
      she sounds like me
   
in  s l o w  m o t i o n 
cinematography 
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
    Palpable.

  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 http://janehewey.wordpress.com/author/janehewey/ cheers! and happy weekend to you.

  5. Christi Moon says:

    thank you, namelessneed…

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