TWO POEMS
geometry of innocence
god is dreaming.
a colony of moths
unfurls in the mind,
a fortress of trees
gowned in smoke
through which you fall
sideways, like a leaf.
at the lakeshore,
walk softly.
water sleeps.
light buzzes in
the crustaceans' brains.
the mountains
with their eyes of ice
strike out at the thunder-vaults.
egrets, egrets if they succeed:
unfolding to take the place of the sky.
all shall be showered
in otherworldly poise.
here is a throne
while you wait
made of driftwood and bone,
and your ignorance crown
for which the world wars.
with one piano note.
of the men of death,
blinking his thousand
unthinkable eyes.
from its jaw along the roofline.
i drink like a king,
my cells at war with me.
can you arrest time? no.
morning hesitates,
morning like a broken bell,
where the blind bird was.
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