Each evening the sun grows tired of consuming itself
Cloud’s spiral staircases lead to nothing but thin air
No ransom from the ignominy of a mortal cross
Leave it for the worm to settle life’s last question
Falling acorns think not to atone their father
Guilt-ridden roosters rouse the waking and the dead
No contestant claims earth’s winning ticket
Decaying leaves and bat droppings have the final say
Night simplifies. Day exaggerates. Time multiplies. Winter
hesitates….on the brink of life and death, separating marrow from the
bone, flesh and blood coagulates…between the melting and freezing
point all gets blurred, runs into one: It was a whisper came to me at
night, the raven and robin visiting simultaneously, perching upon the
limestone sill—how to decipher codeless words? Crazy to say the moon
speaks to me.
Petered out, cocooned in a hammock, staring into blank blue sky
It is then I become America. America I am thee:
Shining headlight on a loaded coal truck slithering through dark
canyons. Oxidation on a worn down 55’ roaring across ringent
interstates. Then, She drops me, lets me descend like the aspen leaf
into the mouth of the mighty Colorado. Following the meandering river,
impatient at each checkpoint, eddying my time away until Hoover
thrusts me forward, drying up, desiccated before ever reaching the sea
What I wouldn’t give to be a curled branch on Klimt’s forever tree
Or a swirl of light in van Gogh’s starry night…I would then unfurl,
unravel myself in majestic fright until I reached the frayed end of
what was me.
