Updated: Sep 28
Two Bodies Always in Motion
A coruscating kaleidescope of fire, grief,
possibility, and beauty about to be ghosted
in the velvet memory of stars and eyes.
One body bends its light toward land,
the other mirrors its mirage into tall sky.
Yellow-bellied heavens ring jewel tones
of flicker, low notes of boom.
Skirts of electrical impulse rustle
stage curtains across the Great Plains.
What we call a sunbow, neon way of knowing,
thumbprint of the sun, lost ship of florescence
tipping its arctic ridges south
before vanishing north for another decade.
The light never leaves us, only wavers.
No one ever lost completely except
in one slot of time, one way of loving.
Always two bodies: our own, and the world’s.