fragments

the light at sunrise reached up
to the frost on my window
and, touching it, broke into a hundred pieces
each a different color
each falling to the floor
then moving slowly toward the far wall
in a vain effort at reunification.

by sunset the frost had gone from my window
but i believe it will return by morning,
like the sunrise,
like a lost soul,
as each day becomes
a different colored splinter of life,
each life moving slowly forward
in a vain effort at reunification.


5/3/1991

obviously

we observed the obvious.
we studied it,
poked and prodded it,
labeled it.
and, for awhile, we were satisfied
even proud of our achievement.
but a nagging thought
lurked in the deeper reaches
of our collective mind:

maybe there should be more to life
than to understand the obvious...
then we looked to the heavens,
saw the stars,
and began to wonder anew.


5/2/1991

floating #2