Hierophany

Pervasive life
is the height of chaos.
And curiosity.—
The loss of heat to space
is entropy
and so ash order;—
We wait again
to bubble up as life.
Call it energy if you like...
Using ourselves as another ending,
the next new beginning;—

This entry posted by J Rand : 17:33

fed ex tomato plant

has flowers but won't fruit

trucks, planes,

fuel surcharges —

diesel at $4/gallon.

And one word:


Bees.

This entry posted by J Rand : 15:14

Your toes against me moved,
your "best feet."    You were told.
Morning herald come
along wearing shades.
My window open all night.
Heels on the cobblestone street
and I can't help but looking.
Down to the plaza and someone
drinking coffee, unfolding a bicycle.
Your best feet against me moved.
Heels on the cobblestone streets.
Not finishing upstairs,
walking alone with frites.
If you weren't the only one of record.

This entry posted by J Rand : 10:24

1

The morning fit with fog —
Morro's stacks and stone
just barely visible.


2

Tide goes in and out —
never the same,
always the same.


3

Standing on rocks
waiting for the tide
to go down.


4

Sketching the ocean,
my fingers wet
with charcoal.


5

Felled by beer,
I pass out while it's still light
in California.

This entry posted by J Rand : 22:42