1

 

Each moment fills with every other.   A notion in the lining of our cells.  A big world is fast, getting bigger.  A draft from the open window electrifies the sensitive coleus roots already abloat with nitrogen & water.  I surge with goose pimples & caffeine.  A picture of health.  To see a dancer within music stretching both her awareness & the audience’s, practicing precognition…

2

 

The present, the present, the present—so close & yet.  Bubbles in a glass of champagne, spontaneous at the bottom, rising to their disappearance.  Suddenly, the lights go out.  I walk to the door as if for an answer.  Looking in that mirror, some of us cannot believe ourselves that big.  This awkwardness.  A whale out of water.  I register a response between a period & its consequent capital.  Ego stands out for a purpose.  His Christ guarding the consenting adulteress.  I light a candle & go inside…

 

3

 

The hands of his savior assume a quiet symbolism among the noise of accusing fingers.  I remember a time when many rich think they cheat us for our own good & better, theirs.  No one is ever solely at fault.  Unafraid, the painted priestess supplicates before the brazen gods of multiplicity they abhor.   He is only their projection of safety.  She escapes their rocks & venom by living another world.  A night quiet with asters & free association…

 

4

 

From now on,  he appears as what a net pulls up.  Laughing fingers point at me who enjoys for a while & not so suddenly wishes it would stop.  Younger days & growing pains.  In the morning you are bigger, at once & forever.  This awkwardness.  You merely realize yourself in a larger form, bones & all.  A whale in sync.  Time is dismantling & expanding at once.  They follow the moon because he asks them to.   Afraid to, they hold on to the growing pain.  A beached whale.  A fluke.  A barnacled fluke…