Love Untitled 22
I hid in the planetarium
when they closed for the night,
climbed up the scaffolding,
and now I’m leaping the heavens,
great thundering strides from Orion
to the North Star, Venus to Saturn,
calling your name and listening
to my voice echoing in
the emptiness that is not empty.
I’m hanging from the ceiling
on velcroed feet, like some
human iguana transmogrified into
this night creature of hungers
calling your name. I twist and jump in
increasing frenzy and howl at the moon
like a demented wolf. Can I find you in
these streaming comet trails or in
the glowing rings of Saturn or maybe
you’re waiting for me in the space storms
that threaten to derail with their energy?
I plow through time, flipping myself
into the creations of my imagination,
these desires that speak with your voice
and walk with your body and wear your name
till I vanish dancing in my own passion.
© Zen Oleary
December 27, 2004
