Four Corners

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May 9 by The Running Son

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✥- F⊕ur C⊕rners -✥

I should send out my message
in smoke circles. Rings
of concentric intention, beamed tight
and outward, widening to include
the seconds it takes to breath.

Seconds part.
Rings move through seconds,
parting minutes
before you sleep.
Can’t see you yet.

My ring is my word.
Of longitudes, or practically
any ring of commitment
I can band together.
Love has four corners.

The South and North
go cold and white
when circles mark the altitude,
and thin air makes
circular ice-caps ring, and clap.

The West is a circle of sun.
The East, full moon.
The tune of my heart travels
against daylight, follows the line
made when heavenly bodies run

for each other.
Northern lights allow them to play,
share beams like auras.
Like a broken spectrum of light.
Like colors,

that when reunited,
or just newly found, combine
to close circles—mouths
over impulses, that if allowed
would turn to the moon

and cry out; ringing
instructions to fix broken connections,
and complete circles
and concentric rings, and bands, waves.
I swear there is love to be made.

I can almost see you outline, radiating,
waiting to be sent to the globe’s corners
and to overcome waiting pain
by encircling it,
and pushing through it’s vbery fiber:

past strands and threads
and theories about strings
and elements
and the power of the whole.
My circle

takes corners on,
and softens the distance between us.
It looks for connections, closings.
Four corners, torn four directions,
that when harvested and sown

can be finally seen for what they are:
not corners, but a whole.
The circle goes round, and mends
when arranged
like this:

S-outh.
E-ast
W-est
N-orth.
And so arranged, the circle is sewn

and travels outward, a circle
of intention toward you, pushing
for clarity, slapping time aside,
round eyes holding,
my arms around you, closing.

I hear you
fully,
and I’ve finally closed
the circle
of seeing.

by Jim Aldrich

14 thoughts on “Four Corners

  1. Sweet, lovely piece:)

  2. Wow wow wow!!!! I love the way you spun this, woven into a nice tight force of togetherness despite impossible distances…..:)

    TIWI

    • You better believe it. I don’t socialize. Like thousands of others, I am making myself blog-social. I have to deal with water and distance. Find crafty new scientific means to close distances over water and different sun tables.

      You are always easy to reach because you reach back, Tiwi! 😉

  3. I think that’s among one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever read. Suggestion…if a guy ever goes to say something truly romantic to a girl, he could use this.

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