“Backchannels” by ShearwaterJuly 21, 2018
“Oh, when you whistle down the wind.
When you needle the dark with your mind.
When you’re firing volleys of words in an arc.
When you’re snuffing out all that’s still alive.
And a droplet falls from the dropper’s eye,
Blooms like a wave
That slowly overruns all of your days,
And slips the caul from off your eyes.
You face alone
A fear that’s dragging us all in its wake.
And you kill the lights
You’re in the river now.
And you yield to the water’s embrace.
And you lie like a stone on the banks, giving out.
As it carries off all of our names.
I know that sound; I know what it likes.
I know it feels, like all the guns of a battery trained.
Right at your eyes.
Because it’s real,
because it pulls a thread of slowly unraveling days,
annihilates your mother tongue,
your only light.
But hold this sound
Follow it all the way
And put down the knife.
The night is here
But still is spinning out stars in its wake
And that stubborn light
pools in your heart,
warm and nacreous, baby.
The milk of sighs