OM – the ancient howl
thunder beat – heat
clang and dumb, the time sound
hot persistent beneath
the tiny murmurs of secret heads
shuffling past with small concern
of the immediate preceding
succeeding
moments
yes, the little now
so stack them up
yes, pause and rise up
and consider all this
smallness multiplied
and you can’t, can you?
it’ll overwhelm you, won’t it?
the immense hope and regret
expanding ever outward…
is the big bang
april 2003
Las Vegas probably poolside…