Saturday, January 05, 2008

Ceaselessly












Falling as rain falls

on a mountain

storm, shower, mizzle

words cataract through ravines

stream across hills

pour into the wide embrace of rivers

as wild woodcarvers gouge, plane, polish the land

till, with a child’s delight,

dissolving in the indefinable, illimitable sea.


Ceaselessly.


Thursday, January 03, 2008

Infinity

I cannot

reach the end of words :

when words are ended

                            so am I.