Talking Poetry

On the road to a door
On the way to a window

I saw nothing like a soul
Only the dust in competition

Lifted by the air
That was like a sailor joking

Nothing carried to nothing
A sailor was bouncing

In the world's salt: Now dance!
Now you are dancing like the world

Nothing equals nothing like a word
I get lost and make mistakes in your grace.

Copyright ©: David Shapiro

The title may refer to a song by Manuel de Falla

I wanted to start Ex Nihilo
I mean as a review of sorts*.
It's too much of a burst for some,
Too unanalyzably simple for others,
As one called perspective that vicious
Doctrine, but is it: to know nothing,
To taste something, dazzled by absence,
By your chair, by the chair of Salome?
Or yet another familiar dedication:
To an idea, writ in water,
To wild flesh, on the surface alone.
To you who carried me like mail
From one house to another.
Now the cars go past the lake, as if copying could exist.
The signs shine, through the Venetian blinds.

Copyright ©: David Shapiro

*this might be a reference to the Book of Genesis