ephemerals
Posted on | March 14, 2010 | Comments Off on ephemerals
from 2004
VI.
we are so fragile that the next breeze may hurl us away
to never know each other
or that, like ghosts, we pass through
with only a shiver to remind us of all we have forgotten
our wisdom grows in slow time
deep beneath the surfaces of life
V.
there is beauty in a grey horizon
and in a broken bottle
and in a pothole filled with muddy rain
all things dream
and are dreamt in turn by others
IV.
today I play a mad prophet
casting nets and webs and snares into the ether
when they come back empty I am satisfied
(you can tell by the gleeful cackling)
III.
amidst strange eyes and empty conversations
a rope twists skyward off a single dangling cigarette
it pulls me up to safety
II.
torn by tenderness
we rest in the crook of a leafless tree
I.
fragility sustains us like smoke rising above a fire
