Wild Once and Captured
On Hearing Annie Lennox
A whisper full of rhythms,
an echo raw with power,
a people spilling outward
in tidal flows of fever.
Here music summons silence,
here longing a language,
touching an allure,
dancing a passion play
and searching leads us
one by one
to stories all our own,
and to stories told in common.
Here smolders spirit
rich and ripe with promise,
peace and legend.
There drums yammering in clearings
where we are jamming with justice
who was wild once
and captured
and has broken out again.
Looking for More
{SVF seeks
GBG}*
Lonely, infinite universe
seeks mature god to give
meaning to existence
Must enjoy communicating
across vast distances. I can be both
plus-sized and infinitesimally small,
hard-surfaced and sharp-edged. You’ll
find me coexisting with wet spots on
sheets soft as clouds. You show
great tolerance for small beings,
are a tad impatient with whiny
humans, other troubled species.
No promises, but this universe
interested in eons of relations
with a god of generosity and
justice. Must be polymorphous
perverse and committed to
evolution, welcome disorder
but tend, in small moments,
toward something like
order (a teasing little
trait that promises more than
it delivers). Sense of humor,
negotiable.
No long absences.
*Single Vast
Female seeks Great Big God
The Smell of Eternity
On the heels of the hurricane,
recently stormed through,
comes aromatherapy for dogs.
The middle-sized black one
tracks the wounded,
follows fresh tears.
At the pure small pool
formed in the hollow below
the fallen tree’s root ball
is mudbath magic and
where the sun strikes home
rises
the smell of eternity.
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