I
the setting

everything recedes from us:
the infinite expansion
of the universe magnifies
our smallness

our earth,
precariously adrift

II
body answers

the body
of a woman
the weight
of my thumping heart
the crispness of this desire
like scent of rain, of cedar, of Lilac

III
road trip home

open desert road,
carved mountains of the past;
the striations testify
to epochs of time

IV
home

stark
wooden floors,
bare bedroom
wallpapered with
a child's tightly-shut eyelids

rays of questioning light
haze through the bare window;
as particles of dust drift nearer
they spell out: sleep or death,
sleep or death?

10/22/2004

Posted on 10/22/2004
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