Shall I try this one? Haven't been doing so well on the last ones and I'm already behind. Just thought of it. But i would like to finish my damn 'Invention of the Eye' book. So...
Gonna try to catch up!
--Write a matches poem. The matches could be sticks that
make fire. Or it could be matches from a game. Or the verb of “to
match.” Or as in the phrase “He’s not a good match for you.” Or
whatever other match you can make.--
Matches .... good start, Lala!
...
Match(ed)
The most important moment of my life
it seemed or seems
sometimes
when all my story falls away and I am left
with my life alone
In my life
in my body
I looked at who
was seated next to me
at the wedding party table.
Spirit
Looking directly into me
His eyes
their eyeliner
singular soul
Of a sudden not so much love exactly
as a comet
crashing into our dinner table.
We don't flinch.
A moment -
as if there had never
before been
a true
present.
There you are.
Here.
Here you are.
The next thing to do
is to smile
and say hello
as if we weren't
as connected
as the moon and her
light
as deep space and
deep distance
as look
and recognition.
Whatever that is.
It is rare.
Once.
Him
as if he
is the only
was ever the only
simple actual
Now.
