One of the greatest ironies of life
is that the very storms that make you cry
also enable you to
And so we wait,
Wind crunching numbers
Multiplying grievance, dividing winter
Days into fragmented ticks of a frozen clock.
In addition, only the sum total counts;
But the square root of snow
Is a water molecule,
And so we wait.
Miraculous media –
evaporating into infinity,
spinning into space
one molecule at a time…
Your branches rake the sky,
impotent fingers curled in grave-clothes
clutching pipe dreams of the Living Ones.
Your skin has long since
ceased to hold its contents,
draining your life’s blood into the sea
before being spewed onto the sand,
a jinxed Jonah, a shrivelled mummy with no sphinx
to mark your place.
you hatched egrets and expelled oxygen
and marked the seasons with your foliar calendar.
here you are,
a beached whale
whose art is a shadow,
lines drawn in the sand…
Liquid refresher course, learning by osmosis, a study in cyclical science;
Draped in cloak of geometric beauty, abacus adding drip to drop.
Verbs, how I love you, let me count the ways in which
You personify perfection in your description;
Suit action to word, and call it like
It is – trickle, plop, ripple,