Pause Praying like a tree in a meadow She rose from her knees Pants wet from spring mud Indents, soft furrows, her pew As expansive as Sunday mass - Holy water rain and sacrificial flowers Offering incense to slake The hunger of a primitive god. As loud as a crack in the sidewalk Her heart fell, wet hands still Dark with misgivings and tongue burning Bitter of wine and vinegar words. Shadows as angular as winter cold, Her eyes never left the ground fearing The heavens their warm embrace And unchanging gaze - Reluctant as 5th Avenue traffic She shuffled feet Into the confessional A comforting pause before the end. God and Earth Spin, metallic molecules sub-sentience a bliss. Scatter of stars and black bodies, Amid the galaxies like dust Swirl pastel colors uncompromised By atmospheric filter And asteroids like blood cells In the cold arteries of space. Nebulous storms as nervous impulses Wrack hollowed bones of planets In the unknown universe And vacuum, Background radiation And particulate. Some say there are two sides To this story: God and Earth What we fail to understand Is either the simplicity of it all Or our own finite complexity An osmotic membrane of faith. Time Feel on the 8's I played flute For about a year Thought my teacher was pretty When summer ended So did the lessons. Painted spaceships In the woodshed Blowing changes With a brush Growing up, growing out. Side-slip the verse Trading four's Passage out of town Trees and all. New Jazz Hand picked From the reluctant Faking standards Gone legit. Took the bridge Sharpened my axe In and out. Rock and roll Flute riffs fog Coughing out a melody Summers ago Not returning. Dark light On creaky stage I sing my song of old A few words slapdash Jazz in the air. Main Page This site sponsered by