Friday, January 25, 2013

Winter Sun Hits the Filament

Deep in the heart
of January's empties
—laparoscopic labradoodle cold,
the loveliest of creatures,
a double-helix spider
creates the notion of form
to bind all this nothingness
and carry the fire.

How hard have we become
to be so twisted from the truth,
to see in broken cobwebs
anything but total freedom,
and in cadavers wrapped in shrouds
anything but transformation?

We're squeamish with caution
towards the very thing we are,
as she merges
earth and heaven
because she can
weave her creation
and travel right through it
at the same time.

1 comment:

the walking man said...

Seasonal DNA woven into us...interesting thought. No matter where you go or where you're from the connections are still the same.