LETTERS From CAMP Rehoboth |
CAMP Poetry |
by Hiram Larew |
UP CLOSE Please be sure of one thing Be as certain as something floating above That I'll come back completely I must I have to Above all please stay new and ready Because this chance this close this hill So wanting in the distance So fearful in my hands Means I will and surely There's no other arrow Never let me leave And as I'm going Remember that Whether far is in the middle Or I'm all around There's meant to be That's under Stay terribly with me It's May Most things are full of wrong and ready And I'm not sure of what to do With so much crumbling in the air I would do anything to be a circle Be me Be me so that I can somehow glimmer back From the other side of rain. THE TROUBLE WITH YOU There's a beauty in restless things There's a flat out kind of lovely In whatever has an urge or flips Everything else melts around it Or even more likely Fades away Working hard before daylight Is a wonderful way to slowly realize How little we are And why the big fight is never ending There's nothing more powerful Nothing Than turning around to listen There are most likely worlds out there That turn entirely backwards The more different they are from anything else The more they have to offer Like very curly hair for instance In rain. |
LETTERS From CAMP Rehoboth, Vol. 10, No. 7, June 16, 2000. |