foibles

if, as tomorrow promises, fulfillment will be measured 
by both joy and sorrow, this is how my unborn children 
should quench their unformed instincts 
after me 

to sing and dance within a storm, finessing the clouds 
with articulations meant when no one else is around 
to divulge these secrets burnt upon wax dripping 
onto shoulder 

and if that may be my life, too caught in whirlwinds of 
abandon and devotion, mercurial twins spread between 
the ever-grinding plates of extraterrestrial 
origin 

as boundaries shift and deafness 
becomes louder within each successive 
generation

Reviews

[Emily B]

that's exactly what I meant when I asked if there wasn't anything new to be posted . . . thanks :)

[Red Brick Keshner]

...secrets and hiddenness and the unborn seem to be a thematic undertone these days J.