Saturday, September 25, 2010
We slit, thin and squeeze
As if to crush a sprouting flower,
In order to make the Earth our World.
Crack the black that appears
To cake the sky and dry over our eyes.
Into other worlds.
Clouds like phantoms, rocks,
Moths and webs,
Blue, pink soda, orange.
Perhaps the universe is only to be seen,
We could unzip the soil under and in us,
Beneath this sliver of sky.
To move like the moon as it curves into itself.
And inhale colors
As they take gulps of other colors.
The earth can loosen,
If only we'd make the world our Earth.