29 October 2012

Too long is this moment,
In its foreseeing of hours
That are memories of hours before.
In this narrow street
An encountering rain alters sense to the depth
Of a drop of water,
A present snared
In sparks of light
That constellate the grayest sight.

06 October 2012

When you see the breadth of what you see,
There you are:
An interior dialogue past the verge of depth;
Abbreviation, surface, the whole in small,
That sees its particular infinite,
From point to furthest star,
With a sad and finite eye.