I pick ground tubers
orange, white, deep purple,
while my students practice
yoga ’bout the hills
around us
In morning sun and overnight dew
I laugh then cry through the splendor
Prisms of light diffract there
on my lashes beaded rainbows
I close my eyes slowly till I am consumed
by indigo, orange,
white, deep purple
© Chagall 2014
An old man struggling
with a large heavy mirror
obviously dear
Preserves all of the light
the reflected scape
that’s passing there before him
To the observer the world
advances as the world
advances towards
the advancing world
The careful eye
caught in the seam
between real and glass
and polished silver
Notes that the man
does not reflect
himself
© Chagall 2014
Dim lanterns barely visible
perhaps there’s no light at all
but my own vision and colors
behind closed eyes
Damp moss smell, the sound of waves
breezes just cooler than body
trace their way through air to seek a lash or a face
exotic salt and floral scents from very far away
I kneel in moist and cushioned sand that holds at first
then gives, unable to brace my fall with my hands
or my body prone I fall amid fine spray
of quartz and feldspar smothered until I collapse
through the top of a cool grotto and alight
ever so gentle to final rest
Dim lanterns
barely breathing
© Chagall 2014
In time we find
though never lost
in trimmed gardens
The search alone
we sidle walls
flash furtive glance
In green maze
morning haze drops
The same each time
blurred roundabout
swirl dizzy spires
Endless breathlessness
tiring quicker
than yesternight
Out of rush of flame
comes desire
Sparkling cold
dense stars are lit
the air so thick
Like water we
drown
© Chagall 2014
Out on the night horizon
silhouettes dance across water
purple on black, must be a sandbar
or maybe just many Christs
© Chagall 2014
Incidental solar flare
seeks easement
right of way
to use my being for incarnation
I acquiesce though it’s no small matter
these photons really are
quite lovely little bullets
of light massage
I emanate
rapture on a beam
I burn till I melt
till I liquefy
how splendid indeed
to be deity
© Chagall 2014
I experience me
like migraine
so I let go to seek relief
to still the incessant yap
floating atop
the knotted river
observing none
but the roil
© Chagall 2014
I volunteered
to instruct them to fish
Yet ended up somehow
reeling alone
© Chagall 2014
A kiss rips holes in lightning
and leaves burnt sugar behind
where we once stood
Long lived, we transcend the other
leapfrog our way to a lonely place
deep in cold space beyond the limit
jettisoned
in eternal smooth motions
© Chagall 2014
Heartache swells from below the heart
radiant concentric flutter
constant, lessening, or growing
intensity, makes its way up
the center of the chest, to touch the throat
lips then eyes, I cannot tell
through the mind to escape
vapor, wisps of could-have-been
loops back, mounts
again yet again
much like joy with a twist
not touching the extremities
just spirals to a void
© Chagall 2014
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