Toward the front of the experience
where little thoughts had big ideas
epiphanies arose from their lips
Bubbling up from some hidden spring
as they discuss sweet intricacies
of yet another morselled life feast
It was in that happy constellation
that a world of understanding cracked open
As in the course of easy conversation
with words bandied about like batted birdy
that spouting geysers of recognition
bloomed instant grandiosity
“Ah! Imperfection is our ticket
to earthly manifestation.”
Intricate patterns
precise with color
scattered in
the same fashion
As chromosomes
or pinecones
willy nilly and exacting
• • •
Just as metal shavings
will dance in particular formation
to the tones of the celestial choir
So do the fibers of my life
align in a choreographed jig
to the vocal tones of my thoughts
Time to play a new tune!
Many bubbles attached
to each other
Like a chain of mail
or a gathering of
adolescent girlfriends
Each complete within itself
some floating free
most huddled together
Ah, such are our lives!
See the rainbows?
Fruit flies are the vultures
of the insect world
keeping the cycle turning
Every part of the wheel
is sacred…
