Monday, December 29, 2008

Galway Kinnell : After Making Love We Hear Footsteps

For I can snore like a bullhorn
or play loud music
or sit up talking with any reasonably sober Irishman
and Fergus will only sink deeper
into his dreamless sleep, which goes by all in one flash,
but let there be that heavy breathing
or a stifled come-cry anywhere else in the house
and he will wrench himself awake
and make for it on the run--as now, we lie together,
after making love, quiet touching along the length of our bodies,
familiar touch of the long-married,
and he appears--in his baseball pajamas, it happens,
the neck opening so small
he has to screw them on, which one day may make him wonder
about the mental capacity of baseball players--
and flops down between us and hugs us and snuggles himself to
his face gleaming with satisfaction at being this very child

In the half darkness we look at each other
and smile
and touch arms across his little, startlingly muscled body--
this one whom habit of memory propels to the ground of his
sleeper only the mortal sounds can sing awake,
this blessing love gives again into our arms.
Dear reader, I had hoped to have the next reincarnation post up today. I need to make sure I have written it as best I can and have all the needed links to go with it, so it will probably be tomorrow-the universe willing. It is about astral bodies and some ancient ideas of reincarnation and cosmologies. I will try to have the post up tomorrow as early as I can-peace and be well to anyone stopping by or passing through!


Unknown said...

hello devin , thank you so much of your comments, i am happy when i was reading your comment. and i like your post.

Devin said...

Hi to you Prince NaKi-I really enjoy your blog also-I might have time to read more if I can finish up research I am doing for a post tomorrow-that might turn into 2 posts-thanks so much for stopping by-best to you and your family!!

Alex Robinson said...

Hi Devin
I hope your day is going well :)

One thing I've noticed about poetry is always the lack of hurrying or rush - it seems anything spoken of 'poetically' is allowed all the time in the world - it is a very lovely feeling.

Devin said...

you know wise-you and some others who comment here always come up with the greatest way of looking at things! I had not thought of poetry this way before-but isnt't that so true! and the part about being 'not rushed' sure is reflected in this poem and so many others i have loved-I wonder if this is part of the reason modern 'progressive and advanced'-I use these words very loosely here- are so 'dis-eased' in a way-the kinetic energy of the never ending rush to do this and rush to do that -we (i no longer am in this catgegory-but i still feel time as if it is literally 'flying' by-this has had to have had an awful effect on man and womankind's psyche-there is no time in some peoples lives to even enjoy a cuppa with a friend-much less contemplate on the vast mysteries of the universe. Best to you as always wise and I hope you and your family are getting ready to have a beautiful 2009!