-with lines from Matthew Dickman’s “The World is Too Huge to Grasp”
I’m going to walk out
into the woods and begin courting
the rosebushes. I’m going to walk
into the haze of a mid-summer’s evening
where veils of sunlight drape like sorrow
over the heads of trees.
I’m going to walk out
into the shadows that reach
across the path to the crooked creek
where water, like a bridal train, sweeps
down the aisle, pulling partnered pairs
of witless ducks along. I’m going
to walk along the path under
the restless rustle of leaves, those ruffled
petticoats, and the haunt
of the whip-poor-whil. I’m going to walk
like this until I smell something sweet
and simple as a folk song.
I’m going to stop under a swelling
sky and the sparkle of Saturn’s solitaire.
I’m going to walk into the woods
where the twigs snap underfoot.
If I forget thee, O Jerusalem.
I’m going to stop before the altar
of the pasture rose. With my right hand,
I’m going to break off a clutch
of five-petal roses and fix them in my hair.
I’m going to stand on tip-toes, eyes closed,
and breathe in the bloom of the rosebush,
as if reaching for your kiss.