Look Around

Absorb the world with your eyes -

the vast display of life and nonlife,
the grand exhibition.

Look around, and see the history

overflowing

from the cold contained marbled museums

into the streets; see it in the

whitewashed walls of the limestone buildings

and the layers of time painted over;

see it in nature -

in the wrinkles in the faces of the trees,

in the wind's ethereal energies,

in the rain that has been since the birth

of the sky, the waters and the earth; see it
in people, moving statues carved into time itself;
designed, then sculpted inside out from soul to skin
every bone ligament vessel positioned so their
hearts could beat as continuously as the world
ebbed and flowed around them;
diffusing through their eyes
like mist through a sieve.

On a cold night

The night is cold in a nearly ethereal way.
My eyes are lost in the depths of the indigo-grey night sky
and my body unravels around me.
The feeling is inexplicable - it is an ephemeral desire
that draws me towards the stars - celestial orbs that radiate and allure -
as fleeting as a passing breeze that barely touches the earth.
It feels as if the vastness within us descended from the sky,
from the light-years between this galaxy and the next -
maybe we belong with the stars
and we are merely adopted into this world
where a consuming darkness
dimmed our light.