Sonnenizio on a Line from Neruda
The night turns on its invisible wheels.
The stars are gone; first sunlight splinters
in the branches of black trees, drips onto
tired earth. And so a shadow falls on us,
on our love. I want to rub, to brush it off.
I want to strike a match, turn on another
light, grow my own sun, a wonderland
where waving wands is all it takes to forge
and reforge bonds, where nothing breaks
forever. Place your hand on my hot cheek
again, breathe life into my eyes, connect
the freckles on my back to spell out: Yes.
Write on my skin: We want. We can. We will.
Let me respond with sighs. Then let’s be still.
(First line from Pablo Neruda’s Sonnet LXXXI)
by Michaela A. Gabriel
from Autumn Sky Poetry, Number 5, June 2007
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