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The Most Distant Part OF The Marianas Trench (Poem)
No sleep this early morning. I rest in corpse pose.
The salt from my tears, the salt from my sweat
Has become the salt in the water of the sea.
Waves collide in tumult under a bone-white moon.
I sink beneath them into the depths of subtle mind.
Down, down, down into the emptiness,
Losing self in the interconnectedness of it all.
The world breathes into the Challenger Deep.
The atmospheric circulation, the sigh and gasp of existence,
Moves through the body as a dream of life.
Opening my eyes, I taste salt on my lips.
Throughout the day I catch the linger of the currents
And shiver from the thermohaline flow.
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Gravitational Questions (Poem)
Gravity changes according to mass.
Will an ancient heart, burdened by woe, drift faster
Than a feathered laugh?
What hidden weight calls forth tears to flow
More heavily than a midnight’s rain?
If griefs collide like tectonic plates,
Do they join in mountainous uplift?
What unseen anomalies can change despair’s descent?
What will catch the fall of sorrow?
Walk with these and look behind,
To judge how deep footsteps go,
Then make them lighter, lighter, lighter still.
Today becomes tomorrow.
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In The Morning (Poem)
The tea growing cold on the table.
The book lying open on the chair.
The ceiling fan whirring the air.
The door hanging half-ajar.
I have gone now,
Walked over the sill without a backwards glance.
Everything is as it was.
