You think you can love <br />almost everywhere- <br />especially on the crude <br />wooden boat behind you <br />that never forgets. <br /> <br />Sometimes purple <br />mists over the waves, <br /> <br />invisible. Your hands <br />catch in an hourglass <br />that shatters <br />before it hits the ground. <br />What does it mean <br /> <br />To be invisible <br />in some lonely place <br />with busy nature <br />freaks saluting leaves? <br />It makes you think <br />Why <br /> <br />You came here. <br />To get away from <br />you or from that boat <br />that carries filthy nocturnal <br />thoughts, hushed, <br />to an island- <br /> <br />Where two ravens pick at the back <br />of a bloody scarecrow.<br /><br />MARINA GIPPS<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-hang-this-picture-on-my-wall-to-remind-me-of-everything/
