From a Particular Height
From a particular height a stone bird is sought From another altitude silk rain’s beseeched From yet another more daring God’s…
It’s all moving forward in time
All horses’ noses create the finish line
Each flame tip tickles the
underbelly of heaven
Each heart of ours is the plate glass
to eternity’s inner rooms
When we stand the whole universe
increases its stature
circulating its moons
It’s all moving forward in time
All horses’ noses create the finish line
If our blood didn’t pound the
oceans would grow still
All roads begin when we
put our feet on the ground
A moment has passed but we
don’t see it moving
What you hear in the air are its
waves in the inner ear
crashing infinity’s shores
It’s all moving forward in time
All horses’ noses create the finish line
Inside us the Tree of Life
blooms and dies
Inside the Tree of Life
loftier skies blaze
See them now or lose the
taste of them forever
Our innermost branches
sweep their mirror
for their light
to pour down
It’s all moving forward in time
All horses’ noses create the finish line
At the base of my tongue a
foreign population produces sons
looking for territory to expand
a wild agenda
God’s blessings on all of us
felt along the knobs of
our spines
In the strange land of ourselves
the victory’s already won
It’s all moving forward in time
All horses’ noses create the finish line
I’m running out of time
You go on ahead to the finish line
All horses’ noses create the finish line
5/17/2012 (from Down at the Deep End)
Categories: Poems