Poem: "Pool Effect"

Pool Effect


How can I begin?
arms around you
your hair is such a wild force
accompanying you (*laughs)

when the hundred-year old face
of elderly folk life
becomes blowing prairie sand—
I see the mist rise, it is the sun
I see the wheat-grass stalks wave, it is the surface of the moon
it’s in fingernails touching face

it is not surface without light
the chills are staining me
can you walk with the same form as myself?
can you walk with the same form as your father?
being stared down by the Beautiful.
the halo effect is casting an interrogating light

can you resound? you can see but you can’t see. (peek-a-boo)
Yes, I am acutely aware. But, it’s for your sake I’m sure.
I don’t know what my fear is of, for there are so many things.
Why don’t I pursue the answer I really need:
what this means to you.
the things in one’s nature are written
into the foundations of the universe

we throw out so many hypotheticals!
It’s the trademark of our young approach to everything!
But when the weight starts to become a true weight
and things start to become a little too real,
don’t feed into the terror, stay in our dream!
Bring me back to our pool,
our own little baptismal pool in the woods.
When I see it I’ll return, don’t worry.

memories truly do wash over
until they end in smiles.

I will redo this until something happens.
I must;
There is nothing else.


© V. Johansen 2008