screaming with silence, pulled
off a globe where thoughts are
blind fish swimming inside light.
Across the finish line: a revelation:rain is creek, is river, is ocean, is rain.
Gone is the concrete mask, chipped
away with keys that would fit:
The hurricane’s eye sees the sun.The window of tomorrow is open.
These invisible gifts are wrapped in experience.Denial like dust kicked up
and blown away by integrity—and finally, too:
in these stone eyes is a beating heart.
I could swim out of that subterranean light.I could walk on land.
(From the book Kairos)