Thursday, July 6, 2017
where dark loam feeds and liquid air drips
and giants kiss eternity -
this place stops time.
Inside this world of earth-born movement
even the air gestates.
Life exhales and slakes,
creeps and burrows,
leaps and scurries,
climbs and flutters,
spinning a spiraling web
of reincarnation and revelation.
As I breathe these whispers, wise and evergreen,
I come to believe heaven is covered in moss.
Tuesday, July 4, 2017
|Photo by Peyman Zehtab|
Crayfish time lingers and bides
In its underwater world
Crawling and drifting through ancient molecules,
Wary and defensive, its weapons poised.
Inside this tiny crustacean’s armor
Beats the heart of a dinosaur,
Primal survival lurking beneath
The cool, calm surface.
A callous cannibal. A secret, solitary scavenger.
I swoop in to snatch it up
In a heady delusion of mortal power.