a meteorite cut
from an unknown planet.
the memory of God
drawn on cave walls…
a nuclear blast,
dust forms from formless!
the heretic’s trial,
fire and defiance.
cold rain falling like needles
to the frozen ground.
darkness and light;
evolve and change….
the human heart opens,
wolves howl, babies cry.
the wind blows a broken shutter
against an empty house!
voices on the tipof the tongue of his thoughts….the smell of ashes and sulpher…the imprint of a rose petalin his palm…. bare limbed trees,and it’s not even winter.in the shadow of the mountainthat he couldnt quite climb….great black birds swoop the skiesthat almost touch forever.scriptures written with sticksin the soft clay of the creek bank….spider’s…
how much would it costto feed the hungry,and house the homelessaround the world?which makes more sense?which builds a better future?bombs or bowls?….. bullets or shelter?……… death, or life?
JFK, the Dalai Lama, or even Jesus,to make a difference…all you have to be is you!no one else can answer your call!
emanating from our pores?is the rage they see in our eyesnamed, spoken or unspoken,or directed inward?and the fear itself thunders,as if in warning!is that why we run from each other?from ourselves?what are we running to?
they are mile markers,paragraphs,and small points of victorygrounded in nameless defeats!
head swaying side to side,eyes lost in the museumof feelings too long denied.babbling odes to the gods,breathing breath stolenfrom a primeval forest….naming the colorbeneath shadows,your fingers buriedin my hair!tiny deaths….postcards written in flesh!
