quixotic puddle, a surrounding circled
by sandy ringlets of time under tree trunks
bearing desire, beneath Earthly happenings
below fears each a different shade of brown.
awaiting the hands of the archaeologist
who lives in Earthly happenings but digs
deeper than the laborers of nearby towns
and fills pales with rocky memories to look through later
just to find the round forming tangible time,
which culminates in the rolling stones they release
from their wrinkled fingers and soft brain tissue
as it thinks of what is later
as an idea
through each individual estuary laden sphere of
circled time wheeling life creating characteristic.
grain of wood creates waves around my carpet,
a multicolored coastline
with it’s frayed edges, concealing mollusks and dog hair.
to follow the natural flow of the patterns
is to step back in time, or through the door
that separates living and loving.
tracing my fingers over them,
splinters collecting in my sensitivity,
realizing it’s not an ocean at all.
if it was, I would never leave the safety of my bed.
you can’t pay for an ocean but you can pay
for the Earth,
with it’s supplies that it kindly deals out to you.
no hidden motive except in your own humanity.
bartering may be safer than buying.
connection is born
from the ebb and flow
of the cosmic Ouroboros
and the ways we move underneath it.
it pulls pieces of us outward,
attaching them to everything
we are in the presence of.
so that, stepping out of my front door,
I create a parallel self –
finding that to be alone
is to find one’s self
stuck to the Earth.
it takes eight minutes and
for light to spread itself
thin against my car window,
only to lay against your cheek
while we ride around a traffic circle,
we are planets inside our own planet
circling one more time
and then one more time
until we’ve spent the same length of
as that first light
so now, a second light dances in my hair
beaming bright in my rear view mirror
until it blinds me
and that’s just how light is sometimes
It’ll come into your world
and leave you rubbing your eyes
wishing it would just go away