Sunday, April 12, 1998

halo

i am storming along in the thickest of night.
suddenly i am in this amazing space

three friends standing in the green glow
of wet fresh foliage and sulfur lamps.
somehow i stepped into this circle of light
for just a momment I saw you
your hair long and corduroys

a-raggedy and tor'd
at the ends
your flat palms shoved deep
into your hip pockets
just to keep from breaking into dance

arms bent at right angles
clapping too loud
syncopated by mouth noises and stomping
a regular beat-box of joy

i miss you dearest friend

i am sure the rain is beautiful where you are

Wednesday, April 08, 1998

myopia

a seeker said to me
you cannot understand
not blind enough to see