In physics, the two-body problem is a matter of calculating the paths of objects in orbit around each other.

The trick the horizon plays, magnifying the setting moon

Such is the intimacy of epic space

the incredible lack of evolutionary evidence for flowers suddenly appearing.

Momentarily caught in vases on tables, the sad reminder of those who have gone

to catch glimpse of solidity in the sand whipped streets, veiled

to dare the oppressor with desperate letters of escaping hope

A solitary tear stalling along the apex of a still smooth face

Is the birth place of existence in barely contained salinity

Thus the translucence of skin at the gates of existence,

We span a life slowly losing everything we gain to survive...

finding each other

so we might fit through the door we were born to walk through

Chance

Sometimes I think we were meant to heal each other a little…

Not the kind of partnership that lasts through soccer practices and rushed meals

….our collective cracks would cancel those strengths before any foundation forms,

But the alchemy that burns through, changing forever the elemental signature

The spiritual exercise of the one night stand, divine in revelations never shared

…..that I dream of being the heroine in a planetary struggle for truth; the bearer of mystery and you feel Bogart should have convinced the girl to stay as the white house dissolved to credits

There appears a Venn diagram for every shadowing flame pulsing cellular

fading falling
dissolving dispersing deleting
shattering slipping
colliding collating coalescing

Pool cue broken balls bump the pocket,

particles accelerate toward walls,

quaking quarks quintecess

I have known since the youth of consciousness that I want to be scattered not buried

Spent too much time underground already

So please

hold this unbearable lightness of being, and kiss the dice towards permutation

I dwell in possibility

Do you See It?

On a Sunday not too long after Easter, promise arcs a deep gray sky.

Color as it was meant to be seen, echoing fainter incarnations on its side......

Propelled forward through a corridor of birthing green, the trees begin the dance of veiling themselves once again

Bridesmaids line the path in rioting pinks, whites, lavenders.

Across a spectacular year of firing neurons he wrote four papers that forked the path towards truth, diving deeper into the line of the one verse.

In the final piece a “quantum” leap took place

…..electrons fired do not always end up in the same place every time….

A mathematical proof of Chaos or a summons that we all have a part to play in this hurtling curve ball creation?

So reality bends, refracted light through a crystal, casting arcs of color through out the room in unexpected places

When an apple falls to the ground, which Newton assures us it always does, it will rot… quickly going back to the earth from which it sprang….however in the risk of the reach, of sinking in our teeth, the apple becomes a part of us….

E=MC2

Perhaps in that far off place at the beginning of human time a rainbow followed them out of Eden, carried within……the arc of a covenant.

Do you see it?