Thursday, April 17, 2008

Boundless

Boundless

They’re saying
there are no boundaries
between you and the stars.
between you and the mouse
scratching in your bookshelf
making a nest between Grimm’s fairy tales
and the Oxford companion to English Literature

No boundaries separating you
from your bed and your
tangled bedding
even your pillow where you
bury your head,
filled with tangles of dreams
drifting
from the dust under your bed
to the tall grasses
outside your door
to those twisting trees
of the African plains
and the math formulas
you shrugged off as unfathomable
now knowing that X equals a
feathery white bird with a bright
red chest matching the shawl
you wore when you lived in Guatamala
three centuries ago.
swimming lightly over ocean waves
as the white airy curtains
waft out side the window frame
of your wooden house
that you never lived in
but nevertheless
there they are
in that same unknown house
filling rooms with themselves
your two dead sons
talking and possibly
singing to someone
not directly to you
but to someone
you are connected to
and you know the song
because some tribal Indians
sang it to you yesterday
as you inhaled the
curling starry sky
that Van Gogh
connected you to

no beginnings and no end
just us
spinning
from rivers
and lakes
and seas
and forests, drifting
and we are the leaves
flying away with winds
taking us to the past,
the present
and the future
which we all know
is all one.
Just us
the living
and the dead
and everything else
bound and
boundless.

©Helen Webber/2008

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Beautiful poetry, Helen! You are as creative with words as you are with paint!

Anonymous said...

Lovely!

Anonymous said...

This is a wonderful poem as I told you before!