Will Surely Fade

just yesterday
starlike they were splayed
trumpeting the sun's yellow
from proud standing stems of onion green

the daffodils today
shrink toward the soil
in shades of brown already
becoming earth before they touch
its humus layer
just now sinking to darker humidities

in the warmth of coming summer
it can be felt that the sun too
once turned black and moist
cycling for three seasons
and returning at dawn

Macro Econ Craze

Macro is where I aggregate

my thoughts to 

big picture ponderings

Company in Condition

I am sitting in the

no-light. We are, at night

deep, down under

darkness. Blinking eyes

but nothing, anywhere

we are. No. Where

I am sitting, she might be

close by, and whispers

“It’s okay. I can’t see

anything either.”

Heart-bulb

beating to another.

Understand how light

was spoken.

How Odd, I Am

Some days I can’t believe my

hands—or rather why they are

held out by oily pink arms poking

awkward hair. Does God sit in

econ class and wonder why he

is the way he is, the universe

staring baffled at the strangeness

of its own toes, under draping bath

robe? Or is his view so large

beyond the idea of why or

why not, knowing normalcy

and strangeness are slippers

we put on—he probably sits

so stoned with understanding

that everything simply is.