Along about now,
A particular group of photons,
Some 2oo million light years away,
Is heading in our direction.
They’re out there.
At the same time,
A delegation is leaving my face,
Bound for cosmic intersection.
After all the debates have passed,
Long after the poor old Earth
Has been wrung free of its
Infection of life
Two photons,
Their memories wiped clean
Will pass in the distant night
As unaware of our anguish
As we are of their fate
One sudden morning, as the sun sprang gayly
Slung across the day
And the breeze teased the slithery waters
And crowned the trees with whispers
I slipped the irons of time.
The child grandfathered the world
Through my heart, and I saw the true meaning
Of love beyond mentioning, of life unsheathed.
I saw the fringe of being, the birthplace
Of torment and gain, hand in hand in hand.
Awash in that speck of reality
That illusion casts in the eye,
Was unbending everness, all in gale and garnet,
In anguish above and below
That which eludes the grasp.
A wisp of this and that,
And great epics are written
In groaning slabs of rock, in ecstatic wandering
Through surges of joy and despair
All identically kitted out.
Whether we arrive here or there
Means nothing, after all;
That was the secret that escapes always.
In the beginning was the word
And the word was not.
My last post may have seemed rather a dismal prospect, so I felt the need to perk things up a bit. Hence this prequel.
Suddenly, there was suddenly
Suddenly one thing could follow the last
A great thumping cosmos hummed itself
Into being, bits of light chased and clumped
Into riots of color. Suddenly,
There could be succession, a rhythm.
There could be change and season
And the songs the winter writes for summer.
Then came memory, and all the love and loathing
To fill it til it spilled bursting
Into spinning clinging helical again
What was became was
How could I not be born?
I strode along Boulevards of grace-rimmed
Wonder, green-eyed raspberry wet
Racing, lapping my feet, my soul
The color of sweet melting kisses.
A swirl of endless life/death enticed about me
How kind to have this path so under me!
How clear to have such rhyming intense otherness
Calling all about!
I have these charts, these vectors,
This swollen ark to take me sailing.
Here comes a grandfather wind
All a-swoon!
I’m moving this blog to this site from blogger. If you’re familiar with it from there, welcome, you’ve found it! If not, welcome all the same and I hope you’ll browse through the 58 or so poems I’ve imported from the old host. Nothing is missing except the tags.
I’m partly still a bit under construction here. Expect some changes in the next week or so, as I adapt to the new environment. Wish me luck!
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