I Eat Poetry

Pablo walked the beach,

Small waves rippled
As large words
Round his sandals.

His sonnets slipped
On the wet stones
Until the passion

Of winds and love
Of sun dried the page
Of the poet's longing.

The beach walked Pablo.

On this island
Their mutual desire
Found a homeland.

Distant was this exile
From the first hearts
The poet touched.

But now as an alien
Calmly reaching out
To the postman.

Pablo became the beach.

Became all waves, all winds,
All sonnets, all stones,
All hearts, all islands.

And the beach became
All poems, all passion,
All longing, all desire.

Together Pablo and the beach
Reached out to sun and sheets,
To poets and seas and postmen.

Together they walked homelands.

Before and After
 

In the beginning
was the word before
it was made flesh
by assigning names
to a man, a woman
and the first garden.

After which the habitat
became a commercial stall
where a sly serpent
sold the first apple
for a bargain between
a tree and the first sin.

Before the garden,
the apple, the sin
was the word
after which flesh
recognized an appetite
for temptation.

Before the fiction
was the need for words
to turn all sins
into a tree of knowledge
where man and woman
can climb one another.

And after, have a final
meal in the garden
before that turned
into a shopping mall
with a busy parking lot
for gods and serpents.