Other Histories

June 1, 1975

for Pris

Across that geography

of rumpled sheets

I reached for you,

certain as any Columbus,

and just as confused by night.

I heard you breathing;

every dream led me to this;

but the bed pretended

other histories - lost

continents, sunken

treasures, deep caves of forgetting

pulling me down.

I waited for morning,

like some wait for Atlantis.

I waited for you to rise.