on the scale of it all we are nearer the end of the smallest of things cc: Chagall 2021
Tag Archive: eternal
Ants traverse freely
Leaves curled into Escher curves
Endlessly nowhere
© Chagall ∞
I have an odd dynamic with my father-in-law:
He is a 90 year old man but a very new soul, whereas
I am merely half his age but my soul has traveled twice
by thrice his. Our interplays are often quite quirky.
© Chagall 2017
Sweet potato by Melissa drying
together in one heap.
I make a one-cup dough everyday,
roll it or fill it.
We’ve seawater still on our fingertips,
a crust of hot crystal salt.
I’m different – you said,
through the open window – I’m the one looking up.
You were late. I watched you gather lilac and lace
by the unlatched gate.
Your breathing stills matter about the fire,
all being is cured aromatic.
And so able to last
forever.
© Chagall 2016
I’m sure
the oak is
certain
© Chagall 2014
When I’m small I am the speck
looking out at angels
On the other hand it’s Me
peering down
© Chagall 2014
The stars will show no favor
withhold answers with stoic reserve
despite burning madly
So we never know how they came to be
five-pointed
Or how it’s decided which will emerge
as the first one seen tonight
Wishes and dreams soaked-up and trapped
with power to make none come true
And after all they burn out
fade red light, leave us dark and alone
Still
the pulse . . .
© Chagall 2014
The moment you cease to dream
is.
© Chagall 2014
This is our moment:
when the light off our bodies
travels for eons
and is as far away as long ago,
those who reside there
yet to come
will know our triumph
through the energy of our waves
and the ecstatic angles
of our dance.
© Chagall 2014
Nights I stare up the chimney flue
to marvel at the square of stars
cordoned off there in my view
at the long end of the draw
of the red-brick tunnel
the cube of heaven
before me up there
always measures
two by two
by forever
© Chagall 2014
Alphabet City 