Equilibrium

a living ellegy

 

What orb?  What eye?

What fluid blue iris

is this we float in?

When did it overtake us?

Seeing us, my friend, in and of

creation, we are at once

the pattern and the pattern-maker,

you are everywhere

and I am in you; how can you yearn

and be yearned for,

the equilibrium of a tear?

 

Once, two simple husks knealt by the sea

watching for lost fishermen

pausing, waiting

as lapping space

slid across their eyes.

They saw it

thinly, old, and calm

always smiling

always with silent awe

for the watchers and

the waiters and the

dreamers

bent beside the open flow

on the edge of silence.