Poem of the Month: November 2009
UNTOUCHABLE
Looking outward to the stars
I sometimes try to understand
the tangle of myself
within all this.
Between untouchable distance
and the folding of air
our bodies are
just serendipity.
The night-time of sky
still fills my mind
and redefines the earth
that holds me.
And in this cool, blue evening
I too can seem transparent
with sensing my way beyond
the deepest stretch of thought.
The disappearing sun
the floating moon
are in my breath.
They say, when it’s add added up
we stand on almost nothing,
held by the imagination
of the smallest things,
which court each other
constantly – that’s all.
Our foothold an illusion,
a magus trick, just
the folly of a trillion tiny things.
JO DEY