Sunday, May 18, 2014


Tell me something different
Tell me what the world has forgotten
Tell me where you have been, what secret
places touched your long and fluid belly,
what dark mysteries drew you to the hole

where I found you

But of course, I didn’t find you –

you allowed my presence so I could

look into your eyes and wonder how

the plates of your skin were constructed –

no welds that I could see


You allowed me your image, the one
I didn’t ask for, but the one you granted me
so that I might shout the glory of

of your yellow lightning