I’ve got something a little different for your lovely poetry tuesday this week.

On the way home from an errand today a song came on the radio, a song which completely pulls me apart at the seams when I hear it. I try to sing along but to be honest, I never could sing along to this one. So instead, because I’m working on surrendering to the “moment” this week I decided to listen…to listen deeply.

And it occurred to me that while the music plays a part…the lyrical cello lines, the repetition of the piano, the implied rhythm…when I really listen to the words, it’s all poetry…and it’s as though there is a life there of its own.

Ladies and Gentlemen…breathe in some REM this afternoon…

Nightswimming

Nightswimming deserves a quiet night
The photograph on the dashboard, taken years ago,
Turned around backwards so the windshield shows
Every streetlight reveals the picture in reverse
Still, it’s so much clearer
I forgot my shirt at the water’s edge
The moon is low tonight

Nightswimming deserves a quiet night
I’m not sure all these people understand
It’s not like years ago,
The fear of getting caught,
Of recklessness and water
They cannot see me naked
These things, they go away,
Replaced by everyday

Nightswimming, remembering that night
September’s coming soon
I’m pining for the moon
And what if there were two
Side by side in orbit
Around the fairest sun?
That bright, tight forever drum
Could not describe nightswimming

You, I thought I knew you
You, I cannot judge
You, I thought you knew me,
This one laughing quietly underneath my breath
Nightswimming

The photograph reflects,
Every streetlight a reminder
Nightswimming deserves a quiet night, deserves a quiet night

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