Ailuros

I am

The wild mechanics in the ways you move, she says,

Where only my voiceless sunlight resides,

The echoing wind in rays.

Where have all the sidewalks

Gone when the crevice flower cries?

Oh Charlie Parker, we love you,

Forever the Steppenwolf,

Suspended, like some ancient fly

In amber. Now only laughter

Where there was once only pain.

A ghost of a world passes on

Around you, long after you

Shed those early autumn's

Years, to laugh at last.

Even when Rimbaud was all

Alone, we knew each other well,

Rilke too, suspended

Together in solitary delight.

Never taking a step away from

Those who have always had nothing.

In us she lives,

Always far off and strange,

Estranged and homeless

In the lands where we were born.

But in that morning, when we awoke

From the stillness of her

Deep hues and stars:

It was always only this, her silence,

Spotless in the blue

Reaching all that

Ever was.