Saturday, September 24, 2011


My arms are broken
but I can hold you

While I sleep shards come.
They do the best they can
to enter the soles of my feet.
But my feet are quiet, not
sleeping, just listening.

I recall the screen door wire
lodged for days in my side.
Deeper things, stuck, growing.
Every piece, tapping, a reminder
of what the soul wants.

Every movement is leading.
All signs witness.
The unseen cloud will rain.
The sheets are wet, the sweat,
the tears, the estuary, the delta.

Down the road is a street name
that looks familiar. A bird lands
just so. A woman looks at you
like a lost letter found.
The sun sets behind her shoulder.


Kathleen said...

I love that screen door wire. I love how all things witness.

ron hardy said...

Thanks Kathleen!

La Ruth said...

You know, I've always had difficulty understanding Einstein's concept of space-time... but some of your poems, like this one, really help.

ron hardy said...

The continuum irons a shirt.

La Ruth said...

There. That.

SarahJane said...

that is gorgeous, you dope

ron hardy said...

I am a dope, Sarah June, you frankfurter.