I
Wait softly, stage left.
Around me flurried feet
Patter, clatter around set
In small cyclones, whirling
Round small practiced arcs.
I wait, dread climbing bones
Like stepladders while all of
My toes are curled ribbons
And my hands gather silk.
Slowly, clocks tick down;
The time drags wearily....
I wait hastily for a glimpse of my future.
My breath comes in shallow waves, chest rising and falling in panicked peaks. Sweat clings to the palms of my hands, glues the fabric of my shirt onto my back. I pace through a sterile white facility. Enclosed in this building is nothing more, nothing less than a vision of how I die. A vision of the entryway to beyond, the opening to infinity, the scene...
Us, apart-
Seven billion loose ends of string
Bordering a roughly knitted quilt,
Pieces left unstrung, forgotten,
Maiden hand moving on.
A mile’s length of sand
On charred, abandoned beach,
Each grain a lonely planet
Among a universe filled with too many more.
But us, together-
Thirty thousand strands woven tightly in a knot,
Thirty thousand knots embroidered into a design,
Each miniscule lengt...
Blood of my body
And veins of my heart,
Wind in my sails
And house on my dirt,
Your creeping vines
Ensnare my limbs,
They tangle round close,
Envelop my skin.
You are my rock,
My Philosopher’s stone,
My gentle Midas,
Turn me to gold.
Quench my fire,
Spark my thirst,
Step lightly now,
My heart will burst,
Erode my mountains
With endless streams,
My whole soul floats
On geyser steam.
Let me dro...
I never was an early riser.
But to be woken by the sun,
With cool white glow against heavy lids,
Was a waking dream of mine.
I never was the morning bird,
But instead the proverbial worm,
Devoured by the feathered thing
Who’d risen with the sun.
I long to be the eager flower
That blooms at dawn’s first breath,
To experience what happens then,
When sun bursts from horizon....
