I Met You
I Met You
2020
jp melville
I met you upon a platform
nowhere here one day…
Neither yours nor my train nor
station
But there I you we were was…
On platforms not of our own
making.
Hey:
This aft about 2 good.
You choose spot.
I am mobile so wherever.
“Little Victories,” you wrote…
That those v’s would grow so, oh…
Even with the white boys golfing
on land claimed by others…
Oh… indigenous people’s day…
You said, “Buzzkill”.
I said, “I am indigenous”.
Both of us knowing that neither
of us right or wrong:
Both born on and in and through
the land that gave us citizenship…
That in any other language gave
us native ethnic rooted rights…
For I am not a colour
Nor are you a history
We are the child born…
So we put aside our victories…
Over each other… pale limpid
constructs that they are…
Those we have won and those for
which we or others fight…
I you we are not an ideology…
God knows that love is not…
But given the playing field…
We will steer clear of drones
and all things popular like good wins over evil…
And for the love embedded in our
play… our field of risk…
We will admit that we are
guilty.
Wherein we find in subterfuge
that…
Love has no other name.
Not the plaster of radio news
reels and talk about drones nor classrooms nor talks among best of friends…
For you and I are guilty…
We took the apple and we bit…
For she had the courage to taste
and give of knowledge
And he to follow suit.
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