Monday, October 22, 2007

Sun Boy

He was

born on the lick of a solar flare

spat across the reaches

to reach us.

Thudding into the inertia of our lives

a searing streak of change.

He pulsed

an ember glowing

rose petal opening

unfolding naked and awakened.

We gathered

the multitudes of disavowed and

disaffected

collected by the after image of his journey

seared into our retinas.

When he spoke at last

it was a song of luminosity

tinder words brittle and flaring.

His invective devoured

those of us who stood too close

and would be consumed.

We became

the song of the flames need

a congregation of conflagration.

He told us

of incandescence

and how it was

to be the son

of the sun.

And we burned for him.

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Today

It's 8.00am

and I am

Lands End


An isthumus
jutting into the spray of
the pacific

edged with kelp

plunging away sharply

scarred dark wet rock

wearing down

one billion years at a time