Left Wrist, Right Wrist Poem by Mark Cummings

your left wrist holds
a black river for me to swim
I swim...
hard against the current
it hangs me into the banks
entangling my broken limbs
but it's ok
I can swim but
I can also drown well
I hope to reach you
eloquently soon either way

Your right wrist rests
on the edge of great oceans
I am a boat, but God is the sea
and he crashed me
into your sandy shoreline
i tried to row hard
but the wind took me in
four stars spoke a map
leading me to your island
i am lost on this island
but i like it here where
stunt rider is written in sand
there in big letters
so those flying over can see
but nobody sees it quite like I do
ill prove it

there is a string attached
to the center of your heart
i hold the other end
pull it tight, for I am
holding the cup to my ear
to listen to its bumps
pull it a little tighter please
im going to the circus to ride
the big rides
Im going to the glass museum
and Im going to break every piece
into sand
I hope you help me, its fun...
see what I mean, I proved it

yes you have bumps
me too
more like mountains
and hills for both of us
they are named
Mt. Memory
Mt. Saint Brokenheart
WillweTrust Hill
Whatislove Valley
names like that

do you want the string
attached to my heart?

I warn you up front,
mine whispers a dervish gale
but I think you will interpret
the language just fine

at my left wrist
is a mountain
that has mastered it's shadows

at my right wrist
is void to be written upon
I'll leave it blank

should you choose to write
please use a knife
and carve through
the outer skin of this tree
scar me permanently
I want to remember your knife

Copyright (c) ,2013, Mark O'Cummings, Mark Cummings