having
tasted suspended animation
the
age when time passes slowly
hours
like weeks, days like years
intimacy
amplified, exaggerated
youth’s
flint igniting a flame, intense
brief,
a magician’s flash-paper
the
shock flare’s blinding instant
vanishing
to nothing
not
even ash
we
are fortunate scattered sparks
showered
onto time’s thick mattress
pinholes
burned through the ticking
smoldering
for years like days
then
bursting forth full-grown
catching
curtains, wallpaper
ceiling
beams, cedar shingles ablaze;
we
bring down the house, consume everything
send
wildfires racing off into forest and field.
May 2005
Posted 8/21/2012
Posted 8/21/2012