
Sandwich at Noon
A sandwich at noon is enough to frighten a field of crows A telephone ringing in an empty room is answered by the wind…
How can we not admire
emptiness especially when it’s
pregnant with superlative Light?
Explosively thrilling in its opening of our
perceptions from toe-tips to galactic
distances more numerous than
sand grains in a colossal
stretch of beach
that turns inside-out instantaneously
this world and all its gala self-
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to an interior smoother than conch-shell’s
mother of pearl and
more radiant than all of underwater
Neptune’s kingdom of diamond thrones and
glittering tridents of purest porphyry
10/15/2011 (from The Match That Becomes a Conflagration)
(drawing by author)
Categories: Poems