A Bright Disorder (1)
a bright disorder we
kenning
glass slipper soul
slip wild spinning into
dance
world wanes
shadows garden
katydids percolate
crickets iambic persistent
drown time’s drumming
fingers across the rusty sundial
the moon spins its full skirt into
the next phase we
shadow a new page
full as pumpkins
tiny as mice
at last all
fireflies & halos
flickering in the one-and-only now
the wow- glowing now
gravity bangs no gavel in
garden shadows
as midnight runs down the spine &
the heart trips over all its own
appointments & passwords
barcodes & tombstones
the order of rumbling rites great & small
tumbles down the crumbling stairs of the palace
moonlit the toast
half grinding bone
half blinding flesh
still we hold still
we hold the full
glass sparkling