John FitzGerald is a poet and attorney for the disabled. He is the author of four books, most recently Favorite Bedtime Stories, finalist for the Julie Suk Book Award, and The Mind, semifinalist for the Alice James Book Award. Other works include The Essence of Life, Primate, and the non-fiction For All I Know.
Other publications include The Warwick Review, World Literature Today, The Taos Journal of Poetry and Art, December, From the Fishouse, The American Journal of Poetry, Plume, Human and Inhuman Monstrous Poems, From the Four-Chambered Heart: In Tribute to Anais Nin, and Poetry: Reading it, Writing it, Publishing it.
It’s best to close your eyes, to go aeolian.
I put up my arms in dreams, get a few feet off the ground,
float out of the city.
Throw in parsley, basil, olive oil, soughing.
Ah, a poet’s life, the sea makes me hungry.
We are twins of different summers, the corner of my eye,
wherein I long to feel silent as a boat gone out of sight,
sleep as if I hadn’t broken a promise.
This is the time when every unutterable sound
we call god, for no other reason.
Sometimes it takes nights to think.
Temperance is key. Believe.
I shall not fall into the hands of the beholders.
I am psychic, warrior princess, chanting.
I will dive into the grasp of earth, and breathe,
gather sunshine, swim in Greek water.
Poetry in this post: © John FitzGerald
Published with the permission of John FitzGerald