
Poem by Shaun Clamp
It’s a mournful tune
like the sound of sleep
in the treetops overhead,
the sound of the sea moving above me
on me, but distant, touching
only my breaths
I woke to its heaviness this morning
It positions you
holds you there on the bed
looking at the ceiling
the back wall
the lines prismic
and you feel a despair you’d hoped sleep would take care of
but its there
and you get up
and move in this sound
its heaviness
positioning you
in this courtyard in your body, in your face in the mirror,
you, gazing at the bricks as the hand
disembodied
moves the brush in your mouth
You try to figure this feeling
there’s a meaning in your breaths
a dead insect lies on the windowsill
I appreciated your many images, thoughtful. Still musing on your words.
This is a beautiful poem. It’s so fresh and original in its language and its perspective.