Somewhere Over the Rainbow
Where is that?
I would like to think I might go there
When I am no longer
Animate and breathing in this
This
I think
When I die
I will, I hope
Call into
And recall
My leaving moment
The promise of my own
Energy left behind on
The infinitesimal calendar
Knowing
That is all of my own life
Left there
And still, nothing
Nothing
But a pleading blip
Birds fly low to new loam
Gleaning a bit of twig and brush,
Lifting off and airborne
Making home
Plumbing season’s architecture
Fluttering thru the chill
And more than any hallmarked words
Scientific paginations
Their deep knowing settles
Into my waiting bones,
While the
Geometry of their evidence,
Empiric, always startling anew,
Wings icy winter’s discontent
Into the newborn ether of
Just an ordinary day.
