Thursday, May 19, 2005

TV Night

Pristine blue ocean of light,
and our squishy beige ship
readies for sailing. The dog
a hot, fat worm buried by your hip.
I skate along slick fir planks
to prepare our rations. Clear wrapper
crackles. Kernels drum on microwave
carousel. I listen for slow popping,
and spaces between green seconds
linger------longer.
Suspension.---------Each
raindrop navigates years to plop
and dissolve into one wide puddle.

And we. Such a long way from head to
foot, from you to me, as far as from home
to holy land, east to west, sun to sun.
Between, such seas. Whole universes.
Yet I almost see us. Almost comprehend.

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