The Possible Salvation of Continuous Motion
by Pattiann Rogers
If we could be taken alone together in a driverless
Sleigh pulled by horses with blinders over the endless
Uninhabited acres of snow; if the particles
Of our transgression could be left behind us
Scattered across the woodlands and frozen lakes
Like pieces of light scattered over the flashing snow;
If the initiation and accomplishment of our act
In that sleigh could be separated by miles
Of forest--the careful parting begun
Under the ice-covered cedars, the widening and the entering
Accomplished in swirls of frost racing along the hills,
The removal and revelation coming beside the seesaw shifting
Of grassheads rustling in the snowy ditches; all the elements
Of our interaction left in a thousand different places--
Thigh against thigh with the drowsy owlets in the trees
Overhead, your face caught for an instant above mine
In one eye of the snow hare;
If the horses could go fast enough across the ice
So that no one would ever be able to say, "Sin
Was committed here," our sin being as diffuse
As broken bells sounding in molecules of ringing
Clear across the countryside;
And under the blanket beside you in the sleigh
If I could watch the night above the flying heads
Of the horses, if I could see our love exploded
Like stars cast in a black sky over the glassy plains
So that nothing, not even the mind of an angel,
Could ever reassemble that deed;
Well, I would go with you right now,
Dearest, immediately, while the horses
Are still biting and strapping in their reins.
* * * *
Happy Birthday
The very clever
From one of my lists, more Viggo and Karl in Japan!
Today my excuse for everything I'm not going to get done is that I have to transcribe an interview for TrekWeb, take my older son to a birthday party, then go with my whole family to my oldest friend's annual Superbowl party (around 50 people, half kids, tons of food and lots of catching-up). So it will be a late night. Hope I remember to tape The Dead Zone.
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