A LANDSCAPE LIKE THIS
You were already gone like winter
snapping the limbs off trees. O childhood!
Ice-skating home under the moons blister.
Hard-packed snowy roads giving, understood
the sweaty darkness of absolute self,
measure of the vanishing, the vanished
locked into ice. Waiting. Violent house
of loneliness, shape of snowflakes unwished
from nights ceiling. Swallowed hope. Yesterday
you loved my compass. Ice forms from my eyes
as though I am winter. What could you say
without the syntax of longing? O I!
Believe in the frozen field the moon blues.
Ive grown older. Ive nothing more to lose.