Poetry by David Martin

Light Institute

A porch
sunlit
warm
summer sounds like music
from somewhere before
a bee the buzz
a distant airplane
some other sounds of wind
and grasshopper wings
some soft female voices
a bird's sounds a voice and some
other roars in the distance a frog
and insects
A white horse walks
towards me nostrils breathing
he seems to like green hay
someone came for a moment
two kindred souls blessed and
touched for a moment breathed
in timeless stay another
light shining a moment
eternity a breath.

Infatuation

9/19/96

I used to be infatuated
with many things of beauty
besides the woman of the hour
she who i could kiss
any time i wanted to
and hold as the time passed
from season to season
one thing remains the
same among the years chiseling
away
i love to see a woman
smile knowing all the while
as I touch her
her heart
opens like the petal of a flower
loving then is an aspect of
infatuation like the sea
kissing a beach
spellbound by this purpose
perfecting the horizon
this coastline undulating
infatuated with the sea

Here again, but later somehow

September 5, 1994

It is late again this morning
newness surprises me this time
i always wanted to already possess the knowledge
you know always from the inside
maybe thought it was DNA
or the right of a molecule to know
now i'm aware of an idea
an outside idea to sort of hook up all i know
you know like dominos
one tips over and all of them fall
but only if you lined them up somehow
it probably took years to do
one idea from a book, one from a mountain somewhere
once a kiss and one a bite but they all related
to each other like notes somehow
and then your brain really functioned as it is supposed to
it sorted and merged hi-tech stuff you know
and finally i got it i got it this time
i said it because i'm older now
i turned away from before saw myself as i am
it's very interesting you know
to realize you're here again for the first time
here again but later somehow
the difference isn't how much you know
it's only the way you organize it