Sun came up
Bright and dusty
Not soaking or bathing
But covering
In a filmy contact
Similar to sand, pebble, rock
The exposure was exponential
No one cooked
We marinated, brewed, and toasted
Apples, peaches, and orange juice
English muffins, margarine, and coffee
Leaving behind metal and stone
We still spoke of it
But it was illusory
At best
And spanned several decades
Where it was all laid out
In fuzzy footprint
That too disappeared
Or shifted slow enough
That we didn't notice
Which is how I imagine it all to work
Displacing and interlacing
Like Castor and Pollux
Until the story is over
And we return to our star
Tired and cranky
But warm on the inside
Cradled in our own stew
And happy about it
With watermelon soaked in vodka
And some popped corn
We made up dances
And showcased our individual attempts at flight
Some with parachute
Some with kite
Some perpendicular
And still some parallel
To that which calls us
Inhabitants
A relationship borne of necessity
We can never show our gratitude
Other than to lay face down
Then turn face up
Collecting what might otherwise go unnoticed
I guess just stopping to pray
Can be a distraction enough
To call attention to the clock
Which calls us friends
When the service is over
And our temple is asleep
Our missionary parading across Madagascar
But proud of our efforts
--
9.4.07
Bright and dusty
Not soaking or bathing
But covering
In a filmy contact
Similar to sand, pebble, rock
The exposure was exponential
No one cooked
We marinated, brewed, and toasted
Apples, peaches, and orange juice
English muffins, margarine, and coffee
Leaving behind metal and stone
We still spoke of it
But it was illusory
At best
And spanned several decades
Where it was all laid out
In fuzzy footprint
That too disappeared
Or shifted slow enough
That we didn't notice
Which is how I imagine it all to work
Displacing and interlacing
Like Castor and Pollux
Until the story is over
And we return to our star
Tired and cranky
But warm on the inside
Cradled in our own stew
And happy about it
With watermelon soaked in vodka
And some popped corn
We made up dances
And showcased our individual attempts at flight
Some with parachute
Some with kite
Some perpendicular
And still some parallel
To that which calls us
Inhabitants
A relationship borne of necessity
We can never show our gratitude
Other than to lay face down
Then turn face up
Collecting what might otherwise go unnoticed
I guess just stopping to pray
Can be a distraction enough
To call attention to the clock
Which calls us friends
When the service is over
And our temple is asleep
Our missionary parading across Madagascar
But proud of our efforts
--
9.4.07
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