Daniel Brick Poems

I can't hold on to things securely.
They drop to the floor at unexpected
moments. I am walking to the door
that leads to another room, and
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Last night I dreamed
that you dreamed
that you wrote a poem about me.
In the dream your dreaming self
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I have never been fully visible.
Perhaps in some angle of view my soul
is outlined by the light imparted
at my creation. But that has faded,
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How many times a day
do you breathe, pulling
swirling air, fresh and
sweet, into your lungs?
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You enter the garden alone
and shut the gate behind you.
You walk swiftly across the lawn
to a tree-shaded place where
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What can you add to the Heart's Song?
How do you warm the sun's rays on a cold day?
How do you speed up the wind or the river's current?
Friends, this is nonsense: Just add your voice and sing!
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We will arrive in our Garden
at the same moment, as the leaves
are soaking up the food of light
and waving their health into the air
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Once that first leaf
gently detaches itself
from tree and branch,
and falls, with a slight
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I imagine an aged Greek slave, serving
a Roman master with slavish flattery.
I imagine him broken in body but vibrant
in mind. He spends hours each day
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He has never known desire, never felt
that magnetic pull toward another being
to close the gap that divides people,
that confines us all to our spheres of aloneness,
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