No enough is enough
blind bloom and burned edged
creek glowing aflame in the wash of melt
utterly reckless we rush
alongside
bend downstream and break upsky
Gihon, White, Black,
Styx, Ganges
the river near me and the river
in you
No enough is enough
heartbreak blood is the blue, as under wrist-skin
as the reflection of dilapidated siding in the blue gray
black river where reflections can land
in between the cluttered lace of the gushing
No enough is enough
the cosmos is warmer this century,
visages of black holes made sapphire orange
I won't think about this, I won't
But I'll dream it and the heartthrob sound of the cello wave over water
will wither me, swoon me, ache me and hold me
that invisible thing.
No, enough is enough
eat past full and into empty once more
a deep draught
a sloughed off saltiness
a bend over backward reach for the butter
melted and melting and smothering the gaping holes of our hearts
at least.
-Tax Day, 2019. Vermont Studio Center, Johnson, VT.