tiny poems by Grant Hackett
bound together
grains of sand begin to breathe
we shall hear the oceans drowning
strange to be immortal
stars tasting my mouth
i shall grow a yellow house
first day of life
the moon counting
its delicate birds
streets walking with their heads held low :: i climb a distant radio
what did blue see from its window before it became an eye
a voice for things which don't exist :: i am egyptian in silence
are the passages missing from my shadow
written
on a fallen leaf
found asleep beside the weariness of spring
your mother when she was young
yet changed
a man breaks down
who was it you ask, what
was the weight of the stone
keeper of the solitary soul
permit me space
among the flocks of this earth
on a day without sound
adrift on a lake
my grave is unhurried
my hands cry out all night in their sleep
dawn rises
a hole in its palm
grasses
grow over my roof
a message drifts through the sky
do you know stones go blind when you kiss their eyes
who can ferry the sea out of its fog
hands and truths shall be broken
we know
when a rainbow
lord, why do i grow cold trying to keep you alive
am i a petal waiting
for the sun’s eye to open
or the sky who’s chased
a small bird into breath
when did i learn that blue
is the planet of our death
can i say i love you
when there's no shore in sight
when mystery only mystery
may be all that survives
they feed the dead a cold sun :: we in the black beret
when you grow up i will have been so many years risen from the dead
why has the statue missing one hand :: chosen this morning to speak
when the moon is ripe :: why doesn't it fall from its tree
all night long knowing and not knowing the figure asleep on the shore
i showed her where i fell home :: she showed me the scar she left on the sky
every first sunrise preserves my belief :: a deeper, older fire
white coffin
now the waters are freed of ice
and the four directions repair the wind
and the fields rise up to heaven....