Perhaps Time
perhaps time is a looped web
omnipresent
before old age and death
before the drowned man
before the burned cathedral
there is a small chapel
walled with stained glass
through which the evening light
illuminates two people
united in enchantment
as the Mozart quintet envelops
their hearts with sound
the light shifts to come from
rushlights as they burn
and light the glass from the other side
inside
joy and love
surround them with music and light
the boy and his father laugh
with delight in their lives
the builders stand awed
with their achievement
in the presence of the Sublime
they have encouraged
into the world
let no death undo this
perhaps time is a looped web
omnipresent
before old age and death
before the drowned man
before the burned cathedral
there is a small chapel
walled with stained glass
through which the evening light
illuminates two people
united in enchantment
as the Mozart quintet envelops
their hearts with sound
the light shifts to come from
rushlights as they burn
and light the glass from the other side
inside
joy and love
surround them with music and light
the boy and his father laugh
with delight in their lives
the builders stand awed
with their achievement
in the presence of the Sublime
they have encouraged
into the world
let no death undo this
9/18/2018
Sand
Sand like silk runs under the toes
until the poles pop up, electricity,
then machines make merry noises
and leave flat paving underfoot.
This is great, no more sand blown up
by the occasional passing car to blot
the clothes drying on the line, Instead
we all get into cars and drive like crazy
to shop, to eat out, to get around.
We have nice shoes on our feet too
so the sand underfoot isn’t missed, only
occasionally, when some time warp calls up
the places and people who have slid past,
disappeared into the sands of time, sand
that felt like silk under our feet.
Sand like silk runs under the toes
until the poles pop up, electricity,
then machines make merry noises
and leave flat paving underfoot.
This is great, no more sand blown up
by the occasional passing car to blot
the clothes drying on the line, Instead
we all get into cars and drive like crazy
to shop, to eat out, to get around.
We have nice shoes on our feet too
so the sand underfoot isn’t missed, only
occasionally, when some time warp calls up
the places and people who have slid past,
disappeared into the sands of time, sand
that felt like silk under our feet.