I keep meaning to share this poem…but not getting around to it. It was published a few months ago in a magazine called Dumbo Feather. The poem is a reworked version of Black Swans from my recent collection Nekhau. I have to admit I really like it when I get the excuse to go back and change poems that have already been published, there’s often things waiting in there that I didn’t know I’d discover. Enjoy!
Beneath an eyelid
Last trains curve through our mist, buildings lift chins
above us, planes circle, hypnotised. The river
is a misshapen question, we answer, waking,
white air, the love beneath an eyelid. Our molecules crush
against pale ether; our songs float on water, fill culverts,
push against the scarp. All night we protect the rocks,
hide them in our sleeves; and when sunrise wakes us,
we lift from earth. I’m floating above the bed,
beside you, in a half-dream light shines into. My ears are filled
with sounds — lungs expanding, the river expelling life.
There are shapes hidden below our skin and each morning
I remember you as clearly as blood remembers a vein.
Love is cellular, in the sky, and you are still beside me. We will rise
and move into the day, encased in the people we are; we will drift
from this place, there will be buses to catch, clouds to be;
and for a moment it is impossible to know what has become of me,
become of you, if there is an I. It’s possible
the scientists have been truthful and we are clouds of swirling
matter, and only our pact with vision keeps us solid.
Rico Craig 
The river is a misshapen question… WOW.
Thanks!!