Tears are offered here
This place, our sacred stage
Where I give my name,identity
You offer yours in surprise aside
Our business, our status, what forces at play?
This prologue, these tragedies, these years brought forth
To day, this still gathering of mourners
Cry, greet, keep your lines and destiny
’til you are so familiar with them, and this strange other,
You cannot speak nor see him as anything but your brother.
Here the capital letter hauls
There the comma fails
Here an exclamation of surprise
The pause is sick in my throat
I say a bleak hole
Swallows yoke and fell
And rules:-dots and days
The kiss on a cheek
And bison all in
And there surveyors stand
Readymade for reinvention.
black hole, chaos, Einstein, musical notation, newton, observation, perception, poem, poetry, refusal of time, time
Because I could not stop to think
Thought kindly took me in
And taught me how to Contemplate
Inside the chattering din.
We found a little Quiet Place
Underneath a Tree
And there all things passed us by
For Centuries I stayed with Him
But seemed like just a Day
We watched the planets come and go
Through the Milky Way
We heard the children laugh and play
Cicadas sang their song
The summers danced round winter grief
I felt the whole Earth’s throng.
I touched the ground with fingertip
I scarcely felt the urge
And Earth responded suddenly
With awful thundering surge
Awakened all my mind to naught
Thought looked on in terror
Spirits hid in foliage
And trembled at my error.
But much to Our relief
From out of shattering Blindness
The Clouds transformed to Rain
And soaked us in their Kindness.