Sunday, January 27, 2008

Stand on a mountaintop and twirl slowly; your eyes' satiety spiraling with you in an explosive double helix. It is odd enough to be a speck of dust in space and time, but to think: there is nothing meaningless. All ripples into the sublime. This is the most beautiful food chain: a thousand thousand small things nourishing the Kingdom, and I am one.

Wednesday, January 2, 2008

resurrection

I see sea shells. I ogle them
and smell Easter lilies
to my right and left.

This, too, is a resurrection. I flow
and my costumes ebb. Existence
ends without fanfare, leaving only
a sigh of satiety and an embrace
of sunlight. We were the sun once,

burning away cloud after cloud;
life in our breath and a river of
completeness.

bildungsroman

Like a petal on the wind the toy plane
flew east. I stood centrally, a sentry,
watching the moon pull the sky
in an alluring ebb, and I knew that the
days of my life until now were over. I
cried and smiled and went home
to look at old yearbook photos by the light
of a new candle.