the brightness of the sky/ overwhelms my eyes

i am always turning away from you.
seven years of arrival and departure
without continuance at the center,
the motion away built into the motion toward.
brightest love of my life
from whom i must turn,
whose desires i could not satisfy,
after enough time, my own not matching yours.
what can i do with a love
not harnessed to the same plow?
the brightness of the sky
overwhelms my eyes.

This entry was posted in house by the river, poems and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.