Two for Tuesday: Kevin Hart
Say wood and everything is clean again.
The word is all around you, like the night,
Impossible to grasp. Your mouth is dark.
A splinter found its way into your quick.
That old tree slit by lightning won’t be moved.
Last year’s thin rain froze hard inside a trunk
And now a honey flesh shines through cracked bark.
Your mouth is dark. Go far into yourself,
Let quietness gather there, then say the word.
In a bare room where light pours in from the ocean
You are still sleeping
You are still here
And nothing more happens except the sound
Of a page turning
While you sleep on
The sound of a story turning and the ocean stirring
Near our thin room
With you asleep
Perhaps with the thought of a storm much later on
When you awake
In this bruised room
Two people still here perhaps with ocean light
Fragile and turning
Dark as your voice
That lives in the air and mirrors here. But look,
You are awake;
I am still here.
Music by Michael Giacchino, “London Calling” (extended version, from Star Trek: Into Darkness)