Beneath dark tranquility,
a golden glint of scales.
Bulging surface tension,
and then, a disturbance,
by an effortless tail-flick;
but peace soon returns -
bright angel-winged koi,
meditating on koi-ness.
Monday, March 2, 2015
Friday, February 27, 2015
Coyote's nocturnal songs,
Trigger primordial unease -
Disturbing my cats' slumber.
Snarling. Nightmare. Phantom.
And yet my heart mourns,
To see his bloated corpse,
Beside the dark road of ice.
Wednesday, February 25, 2015
He thought randomness into a plan.
He spoke nothingness into a mass,
And then animated the inert matter,
With tympani and cymbals unheard.
With His Word he painted upon,
The dome of the cosmic chapel,
And He sculpted the earth below.
He punctuated time into stanzas -
Fantasies of fruit, fin and feather,
Sprung from His harp as a hymn,
Ever-edited variations on a theme.
He breathed life-spark and soul-fire,
Into blood-red mud and bone-white rib.
A pause to inhale || caesura, Sabbath.