EACH NEW DAY IS AN OPPORTUNITY TO START OVER AGAIN...TO CLARIFY YOUR VISION - JO PETTY

Somehow the east's brown brink unfurls just the same
and steals me from my painted fields.

I have forgotten your words
but my choice is to brand my chest with them
and curse you.

Something shall sew my skin
and light my eyes
and 'full' my breath

and your stone will sink --
its ripple reached the shore --
and I will gasp new skies
baptised.

Vision begins once more
with an aged clarity
and scars.

This will be soft and sweet
soft and humble
sensual and soft

And I will be you because
you were me
but, opportuned, my toes will be painted red.


When Jacob wrote to me about the bitter coffee he remembered in Frankfurt, I envied the cocoa colour, the blackness and the sugar that his evocation of the ritual inspired. I seek it our in faux Italan restarants and Greek garlic-smelling tavernas but never taste the pleasure-pain mix of the cold air and the intoxicating smell.
Each new day is an opportunity to start all over again. Perhaps the vain pursuit is for the cappucino of the imagination. Perhaps the Taste is really only contained in the words of his email and the desire to be with him tasting the fairtrade beans on his tongue -- from his tongue in the cold German city where plastic refuse, MacDonalds polystyrene and oil spills don't filter into the senuous picture. Perhaps tomorrow is opportunity to clarify my vision.