? shore sick

      shore sick


There she blows in the monotonous wave.
A longing guides the beach weather to fall
onto drizzly dunes backed by a shy horizon.
The gadabout meandering scrubby tufts of grass
as she floats afar a bathe a bathe --

? Disguise

      Disguise


To appreciate the perfection
of the extreme points of the envelope,
of a reversible transfer of the equilibrium,
of an unrolling brachistochrone.
The tangent language of the proprioceptive.
To hide under the ideal
of the homomorphism across spaces.

The ideal attracts: the strength supporting
the reliable geodesic. To be that someone
is a joy of following the unique smile,
the unique slide, the extended palm,
the establishing presence, the felt sense of now.
Being overwhelmed, overwhelming the accidental river
of spikes and gnarled boughs with that stirring joy,
and so flows smoothly the heart.

Don the disguise of flesh, wear it so eloquently
it becomes a song, a monument -- the pentatope.
Flow with the embeddings and diffeomorphisms
until you discover yourself the disguise
gone with the river.

[lone galaxy]

      ***


The expanding universe
and the unwinding time.

The people of a trillion years hence
in the lone galaxy
will study the infinite layers,
uncover the pottery of stone and metal
and ancient carbon fibers.

The people of a trillion years hence
will rediscover
the fractal multiverse.

They will discover
that most universes are young
that statistically
their life is just a poem
and the possibilities are endless.

The old woman's eye
recognizes a sparkle
in a battered girl --
the friend of the dragons she knows yet not.

In the old man's furrowed face
a glimpse of a gifted boy's magic
and the long process of boring through
his shadow's bitter disenchantment.

These will echo in the simulations,
in the stories as deep as life.

? visit to a grocery

   visit to a grocery


We strolled through a grocery.
In a warmly lit aisle, brown bread
crouched on a lower shelf.
In another, cottage cheese
interrogated by the cold.
In the clearing of the fruit stand
a kid on a photo safari.
Shopping trolleys backing up,
circumventing at the cereals.
We broke some bread, for the cheese,
and for the picture.

[closed circulation]

      ***


Do you know how when your legs are hungry for extension,
how you go for the stretch that consumes you
and sets you at ease as you breathe slowly.
It is that with my eyes resting on a friend
and my words pouring, a closed circulation
of nourishing angels, a city within a city,
a library herd running among us, those who enter
through the rainbow's third order. There your passing shadow
ripples into a hello, consumed by waves.