Tone poem

I didn’t know what you meant until I heard you say it
Then the cloud in your lungs cleared to blue
Sky of the hollow earth
To make the miracle mundane
Or mundane miracles
It sounds profound, quotidian quotation
But it’s only the t-shirt under the sweatshirt
With the mock collar
I had some plan for
Davy Jones’s Locker
What I’d keep in it
And how I’d keep it dry underwater
How long it would stay sturdy and strong
Undergoing “inspiration”
There’s not only breath there
But the smell of breakfast, saliva spray, kiss memory
Germinal demiurge
Hugs from a giant
Not drenched, but fairly damp utopias
You never overhear podcasts or books on tape
When I used to ride the subway
Ten minutes and the thought returned
In swim trunks
Optional
The brazenness of history!
What is your life about?