Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Falling Apart

Life shot me from its cannon.
Let me drop into the arms
of love running.
Who looks back? I looked back.
Turned my head like an owl
and screeched at the sight:
Me, without mass;
a cloud of atoms
coming nervously together.
A sign that falling apart
takes place long before
we are whole.

(From the book Wilderness & Love)