tick tock it won’t stop create recreate
regenerate like a gecko’s tail can’t be lost
in translation we all go from god to human
and back again, speaking with borrowed and liquid tongues
bringing back
the myth of water
the mystery of missing it
only once it’s gone
cannot be found again, like giant squids playing peek-a-boo in the curtains
dark night oceans eleven hundred years around coming back in style
my file pulled from the archives
camera placement from above the ceiling
or beneath a glass-tiled floor
if our roots were visible would we know where we come from
instead we run to the sky to photosynthesize, dig with me
we’ve all got dirt on our jeans knees, scrapping, singing the earth
into night. we’ve all got worthless wings
and wild visions
night terrors and day tremors
we wake to move and be moved
see and be seen, spin and be spun,
a world of color, a unity of one,
the palate of my tongue.
~ i wrote this poem with my good friends gowri and henry on the glorious morning of saturday, june 27, 2009 ~
JBT 