must the tree
Rise, Taller
to the ground we creep -lower
dream of hands
reaching, stars
tumbling, down
diamonds heaped at my feet
Tag: stars
surface
caress the veil
learn to move the night -nearing
lift your legs
stars shift -into
and towards the wind
there
floats the letter written to self
sent, by God alone.
(Day Four White Sands)
Nobody here
I heard an atheist say the name.
Quivering lips.
Forming without a source of energy
gathering essence from earth.
God is a galaxy.
Distance shortened by a heart
as close as the ant below the feet.
His name. Erupting from a place
unknown. It startles.
Who placed these thoughts?
seasons: a poetic journey 