Wednesday, March 6, 2013

staring at a lizard. staring at a wall.

























years from now
in an ancient museum
standing out
as one thing
that endured

our combined contemporary
art
our love

there

for all to see
and for us to know
as we have always 
known

that is how it started
but before that
there was a pause

* * *


it started from a pause

on the third dot 
of an ellipsis
a full-stop
it revolved
evolved

like a word
on the tip 
of a tongue

like a word
you know 
but cannot
recall

waiting 
wanting 
to  drip
and form
honey pots
one
wanting
to be a honey pot of faith
and the second
waiting
to be a honey pot of hope

 * * *
years have gone
past us 
since then

thousands days
each day a thousand years
long

and i visit this museum
this day

like i do
everyday

to stroll down 
its passages
and see
what we've 
found
kept
preserved 
discarded
hidden
deformed
changed
kept
let go


* * *

i look
at two old honey pots
on two easels 
of ivory
centre pieces 
with strobe lights
which don't 
work any more

they did once

as the lights caught words
and moved with words 
that moved 
us
and paused
the moment
of the word
made it 
stationary
so that
we could stand right next to it
hold it
kiss it
believe it
live it

but now

the honey pots of 
words
lie there
centre pieces
with
dust
cobwebs
devoid
of shadows
and devoid
of lights
empty pots 
filled with
empty words
of faith and hope

* * *

a few steps ahead
accentuated
by ripped up canvasses
hung
two old frames

masterpieces 
of our 
adamancy

mine 
exhibited
in an ellipsis

yours
showcased
in a full-stop

yours 
placed
right below 
mine

the raison d'ĂȘtre
a full stop begins
when an ellipsis ends

* * *
and then
in the sacred section
the revered archives
i come face to face
with two exquisite sculptures
exhibiting 
the most fragile
in us
in bronze
now dimmed
but still
a transient space
a transcendental space
made luminous
by the awareness
of each next to the other

that one space
where we stay together
forever
sculptures of 

our fear

* * *

yours was a lizard
mine is a wall

* * *