Walking Home

Walking Home

by Joey Clutario

And since when

has it started to rain like this?

Was it only yesterday

that summer had flown away?

It’s as if every drop,

every single drop that kisses

the soaked ground

points to you. No. You’re not the rain.

But a silence─that

drains and drowns, confuses, and consumes

the morning light

as dimmer the midnight light posts grew

and I’m terrified.

I have seen

the rain.

Ocean by Joey Clutario

Ocean

by Joey Clutario

And though I know

there are many likes of you

I choose you─

among clear waters;

still they run into you.

You run over me─

yes,

I. You lick my dryness

with one cosmic blow.

You run into me

and I am left with salt

and nothingness but your salinity.

You come and go.

Come and go.

And though I know we’re

together, we are separate.

Though I know

You are water.

You are only salt.

Towards Midnight by Joey Clutario

Because tonight─

you said─

is the single most important night

of our lives,

then

let there be light:

As I close my eyes,

while you attend to the

spaces between us

and the clock strikes eleven,

we’re an hour away.

Face to face─

we are no longer strangers;

just strange.

And as minutes grow

distance melts. I press

my lips against your shoulder.

I breathe you. We,

no longer cramped.

Slowly

no matter longer our names;

no matter longer our selves;

no matter longer our stories.

We become Another

the clock─ aligns with our soul

and finally by twelve

we transform

like a metaphor

to one.