Nicole Mē

Let me see if I can write

I said
To put a smoke signal very high

And maybe you
on the other side

Would note the fluorescent green
and the way swallows circled in and out
A psycho-something murmuration

Confirming my spelling

If I spelt out a letter to you
A love from my heart

A day a letter
Spelt

Spilled it out

A starting line that didn't line up, to the eye
- messy as sploshed soup -
but lined up so straight with what you felt

That you caught a swallow with your teeth

The one at the side; flying like a Red Arrow
Nothing out of line, nothing out of time

An intended victim

So you swept in and caught my message from across the sky

And mixed it with your spittle
And then spat free
the swallow

It's how it all was meant

Though to watch it like some pantomime
one would believe it was delicious farce

Our lives are like this.

See far, beautiful eyes

See how far-out-seeing eyes reach
to forever the possibility
of understanding another

Close over the dread and swallow
in redemption the pale organ
Make it throb

Like a tambourine leading tambourines
in a turmeric-coloured bizarre
of criss-crossed pattern

Where all colour is quantified
Each an elemental constitution

As literal as biology

As metaphysical as theology

You cannot say you never saw
that colour run
a river past your seating place
Where you ate with your hand

Other hand on chest
Resting the world's cares on your doorstep
Carrying a skeleton
deep like a depth of your eyes