Sunday, December 11, 2005
Serene
Gray cat in the cold night shines
his amber eyes over the glassy
white winter scene.
Each Mary with her child expects
a blessing. The theory is—biology
carries an imperative.
Billions of miracles later and a
worm can still propound heresy.
Life is at core a
cruel twist—at best a process of
elimination. Take away everything
that isn’t alive.
Under a pile of dried sycamore
leaves a little blue mouse twitches
his pink nose at the
scent of his mousy miss. An owl in
the moon and a dog’s howl echo
distant fire alarms.
his amber eyes over the glassy
white winter scene.
Each Mary with her child expects
a blessing. The theory is—biology
carries an imperative.
Billions of miracles later and a
worm can still propound heresy.
Life is at core a
cruel twist—at best a process of
elimination. Take away everything
that isn’t alive.
Under a pile of dried sycamore
leaves a little blue mouse twitches
his pink nose at the
scent of his mousy miss. An owl in
the moon and a dog’s howl echo
distant fire alarms.
# posted by Lar @ 6:00 PM 
