sound and light
I forgot that chord
Progression I wrote
Long ago
It sounded
Like a mirror in the wind
Gently rocking against
A world behind me
My eyes now follow
Only the rising-red
Of a half-moon above
Sea-hollow caricatures
A chord progression
With a forced melody
A poem with no rhythm
A shoe squeaks of a
Soul too close to contact
Awaken
A belittling catch of toes
Hiccuping their way along
Green blades in dying light
With trains running
Below shaking the ground
I cannot see or read
What letters become
Forms going into gazes
What sounds become notes
Issuing forth from faces
As if darkness could
Veil my eyes like a
Joke arousing fire to
This lunar landscape
I strive to call comfort
Coins against metal
Clinking a chord from
A windy dial tone
As if to whisper:
Holiness isn’t in the
Right or in the wrong
But in doing what we do
Because we mirror our god