January 11, 2012
Destination Unknown
1.
The canopy squirrels leap and chatter,
the sipping doves disappear in a flurry
of gray and white.
Earth slides through space-time
like a whisper through a sieve.
We dwell underground,
burrowing through violent tunnels
of self-doubt.
Earth slides through space-time
like a whisper through a sieve.
2.
When salvation suddenly serenades us
with the boisterous song of serendipity,
we climb out of the dirt,
we climb out of the dirt.
In the sky our dreams scatter like leaves
in the fluxing sun-stream.
As the glittery metropolis of discovery expands outward,
the sound of lips softly kissing fills the stadium of our hearts
with the unrestrained roar of rejuvenation.
In the sky our dreams scatter like leaves
in the fluxing sun-stream.
3.
Make it beautiful,
make it brutal,
but do make it.
Scrape the stars under your fingernails;
light the sky with your smile.
Make it beautiful,
make it brutal,
but do make it.
(The canopy squirrels leap and chatter,
the sipping doves disappear in a flurry
of gray and white.)
*This new poem will be in my next book. If you enjoyed it: buy my first book now.
