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How Dangerous, this Sharing of Ourselves

a Collection of Five Poems 

by Cary Gray

#1 

 

Affect

We each reach in, I hope;

 we each step, steep on, walk off,

        make steps.

 

We all leave effects,

       we affect and seek affection

    And in our microcosm personal, we

          Often unawares see others’ 

                    skin

     raw   and    wanting.

 

We each reach out, or can;

we muster, marshal creative movement

                     to pique the humor or mind

        of another,

                  and we hope,

 

        c o n n e c t.

#2

 

From Scratch

              We cope & hope alone;

 in tandem we fly.

There’s enough pasta

            at the store,

            aisles & aisles.

 Let’s make our own.

     Where screens separate

            skin connects,

and the warmth was

   never more warranted

than now.

#3

 

To Be Known

We grow up with skin, thick or thin.

We’re modeled how to love and withhold.

We’re shown how to adult, its modes,

its quiet screaming from within.

We’re patted on the head for not expressing.

 

You express with strength and presence,

softly measured from within,

so that others don’t search within you.

 

You act so that you can be seen

Without being deeply seen.

 

It’s been quite safe inside, I know,

But where else can you go?

How else can you be known?

#4

 

First Poem for a Busker

The wicker basket woven on the spot.

The   heart   held   out   for   all   to   see.

A way of being & becoming & bequeathing

upon listeners, willing and passing,

the invitation to       p a u s e.

Pausing comes where no stalls sell,

where      no       number       counts,

on park benches and in well-worn hats,

vibrations bouncing from concrete & grass.

Yet, wheresoever the music abounds,

for    those    who    see    &    hear,

the best music busked unfolds

not       outside,

but   inside.

#5

 

Second Poem for a Busker

a room full, head full

from   quiet   emerge   notes

taken & given from the cosmic sweetness

translated for no one & everyone.

invisible enough that not

a person around wants or expects,

such  that  you  can  surprise  from  heart.

 

an army of fingers

hope open the lines, the chords,

little     strings     from     your     guts

onto eyeballs that couldn’t have known

you or yours or your heart

without your

music

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