--
I had
Stumbled upon
Someone else's poesis,
Staged from the pregnant dawn when time first trickled out,
Stage
NASHVILLE, who whispers discontent
UNION STATION, quietly anticipating
THE TRAIN, asleep, sun-down on her anger
THE TRACKS
SUNSET
THE STORM, brooding unseen in the backdrop
THE NORTH
Staged,
Not yet framed, not as yet created
In that first dawn of time's spilling out,
But a mind's eye hinting at
The Eyes,
The Being of supreme Imagination
Who can conceive every
Stage, Drama,
Conceived and Conceivable,
Always embodied everywhere;
But often lost to the finite, fretful eye, a
Glimmer of this cosmic tin occasionally flickers in the river.
NASHVILLE--
A few minutes early, I
Decide, haphazardly, to light
Up on the patio behind
Union Station by
The train tracks.
UNION STATION--
Intangibly, I could sense
A dark energy wafting incensed
From the North, an unsettled cosmic exchange, when
The train cracked
CLACK
(Shudder,Shudder--)
A taste of burning metal
Shrouded sunset and half-hidden silk moon
Slapped clattering against
The dark violet front of the North
Lightning, flash lightning, violence,
Sharp bolts
Steady moan of the violin train and tracks
White light and sparking off
Union Station's cold granite gol gothic facade,
A cosmic conversation, cobalt and granite seraphims.
Shock
Melts into a throbbing unfolding,
Train squealing on,
Train squealing, squealing, on,
Storm rolling in, arriving,
Smoke puffing backward against my intentions,
A cosmic conversation, cobalt and granite seraphims.
--I had stumbled
--I had stumbled upon
--Go away,
Go away from me, LORD,
I am sinful.
--
Which came first,
Water, Thirst?
Drops lance down the window,
Comets, weave:
'Will this drop intersect that drop?'
The Interrupter makes it out as a horoscope.
But
Moved beyond awe or games into bared horoscope,
No snowflake imitating,
No drop intersecting alike in a test-tube,
No test-tube,
No test,
There will remain unknown yet a rhythm
Or cosmic Smile playing pots and pans.
