By E.R. Baxter III
At the onset it was between the lines,
then held, secret, secure, under layers
of meaning, in words. The book of the bed
gapes open, from its white page we rise,
the meat of the text, indecipherable words
struggling to articulate ourselves.
Read me. Read me.
And finally, words can not contain us,
we play in the margin of the page,
ready to leap into eternity,
into that infinite space
that is not even white.
We rise into the universe,
into each other, filling
crack and crevice
of the room.
Who among us
can say what love is, that we
are not gods, are not eternal?
An ambulance that wails outside,
rising and falling, pulls us down
to the street. The wind blows chill.
The world is, after all,
real. I make, with my body
a parenthesis, enclosing sleep.
E.R. BAXTER III will read from his latest book “Niagara Lost and Found: New and Selected Poems” (Abyss Publications) at 7 p.m. Thursday at Talking Leaves Books, 3158 Main St. A Professor Emeritus of English at Niagara County Community College, he is also the author of “Niagara Digressions” the much-praised prose collection published last year by Starcherone Books.