Even the ground
is sky now.
The Earth’s weight
on the soles of these feet
is breathtakingly light,
the reassuring caress
of a quiet lover’s hand
on a cold night
when the wind howls,
windows shake,
coyotes mob the moon
and soldiers march
in synchronized obedience
to their doom
and ours.
Say it will not
be so,
it will not.
Even the sky
is ground now.
The blue clarity
on the backs of these eyes
is startlingly bright,
the shock of endlessness
reflected in a real lover’s mind
on a warm day
when the clouds are gone,
clothes superfluous,
cats grace the couch
and dogs dance
in random jubilance
for their love
and ours.
Say it will
be so,
it will.
Even the horizon
is gone now.
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Ah, WeedHopper, you begin to truly see but you must disconnect from your perception of time . . . 'even the horizon is gone' . . .
ReplyDelete(now), even though we do not experience it as such, is the complete non-linear body of time and (now) I see that it works in either/any context so never mind . . . another great one Rod.