Is it just me, or is it a whole lot of fun to attempt poems that read well aloud? That said, here is my poem for today.
All Around the Jacket
By Beth Greshwalk
I was tied around
her waist, dancing
to the upward beat
of her flying feet. Over
footsteps of folks
the starry stairwell
to the Paris moon.
I was wind-resistant.
Most insistent to hug my
arms around a rolled up rock
poster, a gift for a sister.
Oh, just ask me where I’ve been.
I’ve felt the sweat of Athens’s
handprints on the heart,
and sprawled, beer-stuck on
plastic seats, waiting patiently
as he wrote Nikos in her
journal. Translation, the beginning
and the end. And what’s a trip without
my zipper teeth making melodies on
the hand rails of trains, clankety
clank and the rain, downpour on
Delphi, how a wind-breaker cannot shake
the breath of the gods, I let them
inflate me, I am theirs to fill,
along with My pockets, heavy
with copper Euro, I am the hero
who holds the stubs, the camera, the rocks,
the rolls of flim, the air passes, the pretzels,
the sleepy hands. I am their hammock.
This is why she wears me.
to drink the seductive waters of Venice,
one-night stands with the Grand Canal,
each spark of orange splash a kiss,
or was it good-bye tears,
that’s amore, that I must leave,
You’ll find another like me.
Gondolas, God speed!
Now zip me up,
We’ve got a train to catch.