A Grain of Salt

fading into time

a grain of salt

in the pillar of

looking back

 

the over the shoulder robes

slip on a clavicle,

a harpsichord

with no Bach’s flower remedy

 

a tincture of infinity

bound tight in sand,

a seed of truth

to worry into pearls

 

the salt of the earth

comes out of tears

shed as many scales

in the lack of balance

 

a couturier sublime

etched in the cloth

of human folly

making proud stalagmites

 

centuries and bastions

standing Easter Island guard

unless something sneaks past

on a whimsical wind

 

all the herring and rollmops

which curl up the tongue

to a shot of Aquavit

can’t curl enough

 

sweeping the ice

scoring it deep

and no rubbing of brass

will bring back the past

 

an echo of maybe and might

whispers goodnight

onto the pillow of dreams

wet now from eyes

 

and a love now destroyed

simpers and dies

for want of humility

as scarce as a scarecrow’s heart

 

the last train home

leaves the platform of will

forever now

and what price the bill?

 

and that which we do

unto those whom we love

is the most terrible cost

of a bitter revenge

 

passing now forever

a brief echo of a life

jaundiced by pride

as sad as a tourniquet

 

to share and to bind

one to another

its midnight now

and no turning space

 

fading into time

a grain of salt

in the pillar of

looking back