To Heal The Wounded Ground

Bull Shit

in the smaller places
where yesterday is
there was a place where you live
in time

the place and yesterday changed
now it seems longer from here to there

perhaps it’s the old age of us

where to see you?

like an appointment best forgotten
the matter contradicted the desire

in the broad world of the alchemist
theĀ I of I
&
the you of you must talk it seems

neurons of microscopic measure
have been imprinted with your pattern

it’s a rhythm that seems not to subside

From: To Heal The Wounded Ground
Chris Anderson: poems
Vanessa Fisher: illustrations
Publisher: Cheryl Buchanan
1988

Chris Anderson