INTIMATIONS

We are left clues everywhere--
the purring of the eternal made by a
boundless ocean as it laps the shore,
the winds as they kiss cheek and
lift the game heart, the sun's
soft touch on open flesh, its
breath warming and pulling us
up, outward toward blue sky....

We have only to listen,
we have only to see, but
we can't-- blind deaf little
creatures scurrying about,
lost in life, lost in paradise.


(c.2015)