Friday, August 15, 2008
Something About Impending Rain
How to square experience of the eternal
with the evidence of passing time?
Might matter be at once the product
and detritus of the energetic moment –
at its generation indistinguishable
from it – even as it’s left behind?
Is everything a constantly accreting
carapace of something too fine to divine?
Something seems to want to – cannot – sing:
instead, bears silent witness to the thing.