My first poem for National Poetry Month:
the supernova that preceded life before you
leveled earth and left me crumbling
bear while the witnesses to this destruction
averted their stone eyes. And forced
the stars in my eyes to go out. My world fell
into a void, all around me life dissolved.
What I believed was steady foundation became
fragile and lost—nothing but sand. I followed figments
and wisps, apparitions that led me through the rough pavement
of abandoned streets who whispered of something
other then this.
Eyes to the stars, trying to find them, lying
at the side of a street, undone. I grabbed small flecks of light
that gathered around me. Slowly, I found my feet
emerging from the ocean of a gutter that was the only shelter
that could exist in this void. One day amidst those sparks, finding
my way out they led me still partially lost to a dinner, for a club
at a small restaurant where you walked in. The room fell quiet
a revelation spread when I first saw you, arriving
like so many stars in a night sky