You Are A Strange Country
A poem about the love of a strange country
A poem by Barbara Turney Wieland
You are a strange country
How freakishly tall you are
How weirdly I’m drawn
To the light that enters
You and leaves
My tongue
Twisted
How I want to tell you
You don’t need to be
Bent to me
How I want to stretch
My petals up to you
And leave
My breath on you
Like a tattoo
How to
Obtain a passport
How to take flight
Listen to permission
No, more a foreigner
How strange that you see me
From afar from where you are
See, how bizarre a pair we are
I swear from here I hear
The twitter of birds in your hair
I swear I could climb your limbs
Weather permitting
And perch there swinging
Brandishing flowers tantalising
Outlandishly sniffing at your
Scintillating perfumes
Gosh, how such words
I choose are
Awkward and gawky
How else to declare
From down here
A mere whisper
Muted murmurs
Echoing off the coast of
You
I love yous
I love yous
I love you
