Friday Song: "Winter Song #1" by Chris Garneau

A song I've been poemin' to lately. It's so haunting, don't you think?

Here’s the Thing

Here’s the Thing

You keep bringing places with you

Clover and brick and icicles
tinker toys and glass bottles clinging to your robe’s hem
waterlogged and heavy

This isn’t a problem
that will maul you

This is an issue
of saturation

You can’t hold anything new
if all your limbs are full   

About That Wandering

About That Wandering

It will take you
by which I mean you
will take you

to rocks that you will adore
and have to leave
all within an afternoon

Sure you might return
but this place cannot stay as it is

Three Carat Rock Salt

Three Carat Rock Salt

Salt is the residue cast aside
as the ocean remembers
remembering

dagger rocks softening
under the water’s worry

sand satisfied by even
one life disturbance

What has been made from water
will again ask for water

Kite Story

Kite Story

You and I take a kite out
of the box

creases and all we dangle it in front of the wind
like a string before a cat

to say
take it take it

When it flies we forget about the wind
and it feels good

All afternoon we wave down at the land from up
in the sky