By Amy Simone Piller
I am pretty sure
you are dead
I will likely water you anyway
for another few days
My mother said
you have to test
the soil with your hands
No system
I prefer schedules
so I know when I’ve messed up
This would not have saved you
or me for that matter
By Amy Simone Piller
This evening we strangers
sat before you
who led us in song
Like raindrops
lulled by higher force
we levitated
Let go
of everything other
than sounds around
If we fully could
perhaps we would
learn to fly
By Amy Simone Piller
In the kitchen we waltz around one another
practiced routine of who does what
yet careful still to gently touch
Quiet comforts of
everything will be done
meal complete
tastes enjoyed
dishes washed
Do not ask
Will we dance this way
until we are old?
Just triple step
and let your faces touch
By Amy Simone Piller
A.
I appear when you least desire
about to step into a normal day
and you need now suddenly
(umbrella and gloves)
You do not control me
sometimes I slow down traffic
I am not magnanimous
like the sun always there
I am a sometimes surprise
and when you let me
you can hear nothing but
gentle undulations that would be
Forget the plan
hear the patter louder now
Come [...]
By Amy Simone Piller
Some things are meant to be enjoyed
piece by piece
clear slow down
partition here
Always I heed
never have I placed the whole
orange in my mouth
at once felt the juices
rushing around
let the explosion
of tastes abound
Some switch
somewhere
says regret
I would miss the piece by piece
What else have I missed like this?
By Amy Simone Piller
So much always happens
all at once
an ambulance roars past
a child skips down seventh street
sirens blast
These things are unrelated
except for
love
In each breath
so much
opportunity
we should see
but for where there is full
there is empty
Everyday could be the beginning
if you let yourself look
at it that way though
We could become
the echo chamber of forthcoming sound
not just sound itself
Remember joy [...]
By Amy Simone Piller
Do raindrops know
they have landed in a puddle?
Do they ever discover
the ocean and hope?
Off in our own pools
Are we all waiting for a storm?
No trophy for staying put
At the beach I never stay
on the shore only toe in
All the way always
underwater wet
through and through
I want to melt
to have already
melted
How do we stay in spaces
on the [...]
By Amy Simone Piller
I was so excited for your first bath
recalling primary colored toys
soap suds and traced letters on my back
I did not consider
your startle response
the potential of water
the challenge of surprises
the fear of drowning
Until you started to scream
Should we have eased you in instead
put your tiny hand in the water first?
Or would we have become afraid of [...]
By Amy Simone Piller
They stared at you
to tell them how it was
How long did it take
before they wondered
Can you recreate reality?
Surround sound, color, dimensions
Not just what we have now
Are we there yet?
And why in our loneliness
is this what we want?
By Amy Simone Piller
Did whomever said it first
immediately regret it?
Were they trying to mitigate perfect and infinity
and fail?
Did they forget to look up
at the majesty of sky
while walking home
lost in the menial details
of the day?
Did they miss temptation
and get a tattoo they regret
of a parabola never meeting its axis?
Did they fall for a spurned lover wanting reason
they both [...]