ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS
Sequence: 7
LANDSCAPE: WEATHER BECOMING DOLPHY
evidence of high wind
everything that gets so far off the earth
is returned to it thrown down
new growth starts up
the bones of what did tower
/and the animals get their backs and rumps roughed up from
bowing backward to the gale
/and the birds are made to skim an arm's length ahead of the
storm
/and the people are built with extra bracing, like houses
that expect the worst
and what's out there
the weather
is the same as what's
in every human heart
bad trouble and energy
enough to make it real
/but over there on the edge of the earth is a black wood with
extra-human sounds in it
/and if the animals and the bent trees keep pointing in the
right direction
/and if only the wind can reach that far and then blow through
it and if
the right fingers appear
with their silver keys
unlocking faster and wider
than the wind can
slam shut the doors of
the wood, we'll finally hear
Dolphy before his head burst
playing how to live
between out and inward weather
and what's so beautiful about it
after all, what's so
important about someone
pulling melody after melody
out of his bountiful mouth