For a moment,
we succumb,
give in, yield

to our senses,
to the unknown—
forgetting everyone

we have been
or may ever be—
to let each second

wash over us
as we consume
each detail

that becomes
our flesh melting
into timelessness

gone beyond
any hope
to hold its shape,

waiting to explore
that prolonged moment
as if in the womb again.



Rough Fire

3 responses to “OPENING

  1. Your words, like a puzzle, lie before me. I look at them over and over, read them again and again, top to bottom bottom to top, begin at the middle and read them outward toward their ends: I know these words but this morning I am not able to name that which I am feeling, thinking, doing . . .


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