Satori

Across the pavement

The sunlight wandered as if it were

Unthinking—yet seeing grime

And murky syllogisms spread

Within the foggy windows,

She never stopped to analyze

This obscenity ascribed, or that

Abstruse melody, emitted from

A violin, ulterior on the corner.

But if she could remember, she must

Have heard the call

Of the chimeras, reverberated

From solar storms of dust

And hydrogen, who there

Could run forever through

The plains, infinite

As starlight, eating

Their tails like the head

Of the circle, cyclical and

Wild, etched with chalk and

Charcoal, along the bricks

Running parallel in unseen

Dimensions of the alleys.

On the roof we watched

The sunlight shimmer through

The clouds, and the haze the summer

Lent us, so that, like her photon

Blood, her contours lapsed, demarcations

Crumbled, through our smoke

And the pavement. And

(though we then were blind) we knew

Beneath the outer face of things

There flew the plains, repose of suns

For her and all to wander where

No jaded thoughts could reach.