April 1st, 2012
The universe, they say
unravels like a ball of yarn.
where the white birds sleep
where the ground gives birth
to these secret nightfalls
the body is thin as paper,
folding, finding its edge. Again.
Sharpening, again. Sharper yet.
Again. Sharper still.
All the while, softening with rain.
April 2nd, 2012
Science and aging, as understood
by an amateur in both:
In the democratic fire of muscle
jostling bone, each cell
sweats to propagate, bisecting
in hasty mitosis.
The daughter cell forcefed
with chromosomes, the rope-like telomeres
appearing then disappearing, a tiny
act of God. Infinitesimally
Meanwhile, the lattice trees
of dendrites are pruned
by an over-enthusiastic gardener.
April 3rd, 2012
The moon opens
its mouth, cleanly. Wide
Just that. The noise
beneath the evening storm.
April 4th, 2012
All these strangers, disappearing
into the fog. Quiet save for
the slap of rainboots, someone sighing.
I feel as though I've fallen
into an old garden,
grown-over with white vines. I feel
primordial, or perhaps as Eve did.
Seeing no one, absorbing everything
for the first time, deep into her bones.