Midnight Ping-Pong Match


A midnight ping-pong match
is playing among the stars

Atoms careen through space smacked by
invisible paddles

The shadow of the Player Who plays both
sides leans over our hearts

The tick-tock sound of the ping-pong balls
can be heard in our ears among the

singsong of speech and in the
soft darkness of silken silences

But the shadow in our hearts
peers deep inside our souls

and finds inside the same space as the
outer space it finds in space

8/25/09 (from Stretched Out on Amethysts)

Categories: Poems