All this ragged longing

All this ragged longing
kept hidden.

As though I must always
always a finished
always and only

Who can answer though
those thirteen birds
that just
fluttered into
the skeleton hands
of the tree outside
my window, its trunk
obscured—if it exists at all—
by a wooden fence,
the ones
that just fluttered
again, re-arranged
themselves, became

You’re becoming more
like a goat. Like the ones
you can’t see now. Sinking
into your body. But
your body is not
your body. It’s spiritual—
every hair and every

It rises.


About nosuchthingasastraightline

I grew up in tiny Lyme, New Hampshire, where I drew, roamed the surrounding woods, and first entertained the idea of God while listening to my mom's Beatles records. I studied biology at Harvard University where I wrote for The Harvard Lampoon and also began writing poetry. I have since made a living variously as a comedy screenwriter, teacher, and private tutor in math, science and writing. I’ve released three CDs of original music as the singer-songwriter and guitar player for Crooked Roads (listen to latest tracks here: My poetry writing has been inspired by Rumi, Billy Collins, William Carlos Williams, e.e. cummings, Antonio Machado, Federico Garcia Lorca, and others. My two books of poetry, "The Morning I Married the Sky," and “Free this Morning” are both available on Amazon.
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